A spontaneous trip to Bali a while back to farewell a great friend who interns in Singapore the past half a year. It's strange how random life gets. We don't work at the same place with him nor do we see him every other day, but this boy grows on me after a while. Always great and so much fun to be around.
As always, I dedicate a full backpack of maybe 4 cameras to the trip (no matter how long or short my trips are, this always happens) Just because I like using different cameras at different times. I don't end up using the digital slr at all in the end. I guess I learn to enjoy just taking pictures without relooking at them on the screen again and again until I get the perfect shots. When you do that, you lose the very moment you are living in.
These guys make it so much fun even though everyone's too tired and hungover the morning I get there. Imagine reaching the villa at 9am, all excited, and all you see are people who are way too dead to move or say hi / welcome you at all for the first one hour you are there. What comes after - morning bike rides, yummy goodness, good company, and then out by the beach with good music under the sun (the sun!) – before the sky turns grey and starts pouring that is.
We swim in the rain anyway.
I've had these pictures in the draft for far too long, and more often than not, they end up in the draft forever. I always want the posts to be as good as I imagine, and so I procrastinate and procrastinate until I actually have time to write them. But we know how life happens and gets in the way. What usually happens is that the photographs just never get to see the daylight.
So I decided tonight that with words or not, I'd publish them. There are so many things I want to put on the blog, and I will - shitty or not. I will do it. I'm no writer, nor am I a perfect photographer/human/friend/sister/daughter/employee, but what I want to learn practicing every single day in 2017, is what Brené Brown says in most of her books and talks ––
“Wholehearted living is about engaging with our lives from a place of worthiness. It means cultivating the courage, compassion and connection to wake up in the morning and think, ‘No matter what gets done and how much is left undone, I am enough.’ It’s going to bed at night thinking, ‘Yes, I am imperfect and vulnerable and sometimes afraid, but that doesn’t change the truth that I am also brave and worthy of love and belonging.”