Today was nice. Like, really nice. I had an easy 6 hour breakfast shift at work that I didn’t end feeling like I was drowning in my own head. When I plopped back into bed around 12pm to practice some eye shadow ideas, I noticed I couldn’t find my brush so I looked underneath my bed and found my box of Polaroid photos. I’ve been thinking about dad and his awesome photo taking skills so I wasn’t surprised when I found myself pulling my photos out to compare and reminisce. I ended up taking a few little photos and jumping back onto my old Instagram that I’d used to post said Polaroids. I have to admit that I enjoy taking photos, especially of nature and mother nature’s eventual take back of her earth. (Hence why some of my photos are of rusted pieces of junk.) Anyway, maybe I’ll get back into that and I can start a photo diary. I’ve been getting some inspiration from other Instagram users, so this is my renewed obsession. We’ll see how long it lasts.
Until then, I need sleep. I’ll be doing another early shift tomorrow.