Don't cry over spilt milk.

I've had a frustrating weekend. Weekends like these make me question whether I've gotten in over my head. Am I good enough? Am I ready? Do I love this enough?

 It can't all be a bowl of cherries.  I know this. In my head I know this through and through. Does it hurt any less? Nope.

This is not the first time I've felt kicked in the gut.

I only have two options. Give it all up, or push through it.  It would be so easy to just drop it all. Shoot when I want to shoot, what I want to shoot, and how I want to shoot.  Simple, no stress. Waive the white flag of surrender.

Ugh! I can't do it. I can't. I started out knowing I would have bad days. Knowing it wasn't all flowers and sunshine. Knowing I had to claw my way up. I can imagine all the "What if?" "Why did I stop?" "Would I be successful if I hadn't given up?"   I did that already, for most of my life!

So there I have it, there is no option, no decision to make. I can't give it up. I won't give it.

Don't give up your hopes, your dreams, your desires because of a bad day, week, or month.  Remember why you do what you do. Whether it's photography, painting, cooking, caring for another.  Whatever it is, don't live with the "What ifs". Choose to live with the "I tried." "I did it." " I didn't give up."