Saturday, June 25, 2016 (Day 31)
A couple of days ago on a hike with my kiddo, I was playing around with my new camera—a real camera!—and lined up this great shot of a beautiful purple bloom. It was sharp and crisp, the sun shone down upon it like a giant spotlight, and my camera blurred the other beautiful blooms in the background. I mean, I was a photographer in the making! And then my son moved right in front of me, blacking out the sun, inserting himself directly in front of my perfect wildflower shot. Damn.
I actually mourned that shot for a few minutes. I had taken a few others before it when I saw the opportunity for this particular one. THE one. And now it was gone forever. (Literally. Because my son trampled those flowers in the process of trampling my shot.)
This kind of thing used to paralyze me a bit. I recognize that it stems from a very limitation-focused, fear-based place inside. You know, the internal dialogue that goes something like: I will never have this shot again, or anything as good as that shot ever again. It was the best and the best is gone. And what’s worse – it was gone before it was ever mine! While it’s true that I won’t have that exact shot again, my internal reaction to it turns the shot-that-never-was into a self-limiting disability. I mean, really? Will I really never have another good shot ever again? This is the opposite of my abundant reality. My truth is, there are plenty of other great shots to be had, that will be had, that I’ve already had, and…that one missed shot, well, had it come to fruition it probably wouldn’t have been quite as mind-blowing as I’d envisioned anyway.
