It’s amazing how strong a comfort zone can be even if it feels like such a diminished space, not large enough to provide protection.
I’ve retreated into myself a lot over the last couple of years.
Needed far more alone time than I used to.
Time to lick my wounds, rebuild my resilience.
Social anxiety can be crippling.
I do still however, want connection.
To seek like-minded creatives. To find my tribe.
I need to remind myself to get back out there.
I just need to push past the many & varied excuses that stop me.
I joined a photography Meetup group a couple of years ago. Went to one activity then stopped.
I wanted to go to again…but things got in the way…
- I’m too tired
- My back hurts
- It’s too far out of my way
- I’m worried something will happen to my camera gear
- It’s going to be terrible weather
- I don’t know anyone
I pushed myself to go to one last week. It was way beyond my treasured comfort zone.
Street Photography no less and it wasn’t a resounding success….
- I struggled with strong lighting contrasts
- I felt the crowd was staring at me
- I didn’t see the one person I did know
- I regretted my choice of lens
- I couldn’t see through my hair…windy with no hair tie!
- I only took 37 shots, most not that great
- I found myself wandering off from the crowd to catch my breath
- I felt overwhelmed
- I snuck off home early
On the plus side…
- I went!
- I met a couple of nice people
- I learnt by watching what the other photographers were doing
- I got to smell the salt air
- I got to hear the waves
- I was delighted by the palm trees
and…so what if my best shot didn’t have any people in it!
I’ve signed up for the very next event, street photography again!
Let’s face it…I might even make a friend or two.
From my heart to yours,