Confession Time: I Am a Bad Blogger
Yep. Exactly what the title states. I am a bad blogger. Not in the sense that I'm a horrible writer (although, I could always improve in that regard). I'm not good at providing weekly or bi-weekly content that would be a "for sure" thing. Which is humorous, because for my job I have a calendar to follow and deadlines to deliver that content. Hah. Well... maybe I should consider doing that. But shouldn't one separate their work life from their personal life? Is this blog considered a part of my personal life? Or is it a different aspect of my professional life? After all, I did start this to showcase my work and share my journey. Bah! Who knows anymore what this is. All I know is that I'm here and happy to be.
It's almost been a month since I've been to Paris. I've managed to get two 20x30" photos printed and framed, but for my mom. A picture of the Eiffel Tower and a Paris neighborhood (which is basically gorgeous architecture and cute tiny cars). She got those two pictures for Mother's Day. I was very happy giving that to her, but I was also impressed with the quality. So I may consider printing more, but I'm also not made of money - so must budget wisely and probably print out smaller ones for personal library.
In other news: I have been somewhat on the busy side of the spectrum when it comes to my work. I'm not going to go into details, because most of it is for my work and what I do on a day-to-day basis. I will happily say, however, that I'm doing more graphic design at work than I did initially starting out. I love graphic design and I still firmly believe that is something I am meant to do and continue doing in my career. I do love photographing, and I love being able to work on photos, especially lifestyle, and do my best to display that moment - or rather the essence of the moment, but I still love graphic design.
At the same time, though, I want to travel more and share my experiences from the places I've visited. My first thought for my next blog post (I mean, "this" blog post) was to write about a day in Paris. How I felt when I was there. How time flew by while also standing still. I wanted to write how it almost felt like a dream being there, but I was very conscious of what was happening. I wish while I was in Paris I did less touristy things... except... when you're there for 4 days and 3 nights, you can't do much. Plus - if you're like me- and you're unsure of when you'll return to Paris, you want to see as much as "the sights" as possible. Well, I saw the Catacombs. I saw the Eiffel Tower. I saw Notre Dame. I was on the Seine. I visited Shakespeare and Co. bookstore. I ate lunch at a cafe and had drinks at a local bar. I feel like I visited and lived. Does this make sense? I felt out of sorts but at the same time I felt as if I belonged. I long to go back again. I want to travel. I want to see my Papa Chepe again in El Salvador. I want to visit my friends in Germany. I want to do more than this. Maybe I'm becoming like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. But what's wrong with wanting more? It doesn't mean I'm completely unhappy with where I'm at now, I am so thankful. I do want more, though.