Sixteen years ago

Sicily was full of so many ‘holy crap is this really happening?’ moments 😳

From actually landing in Sicily (after nearly 3 years of flight changes, reschedules, more changes!), to capturing yoga and shamanic journeying inside a 17th century farmhouse, to eating handmade Sicilian pasta on the Tyrrhenian coast…I found myself filled with awe and gratitude the entire time.

I kept having the thought “I’m *so* lucky” over and over again. And it would quickly be followed up by “And I work so, so hard to get here” 💛

It’s easy to see a few snaps and stories on Instagram and just think ‘wow, she’s so lucky!’ Or ‘that must be nice’ but the truth is, none of those posts can peel back the layers to reveal all the work, sacrifice and patience it took to get here.

Sixteen years ago, I made the decision to pursue photography and my god, has it been a journey. I’ve photographed anything and everything under the sun, said yes to jobs that didn’t feel aligned, had many doors slammed in my face, many sleepless nights and tear-filled days wondering if I’m on the right path 🌱

And trips like Sicily are so damn powerful because they remind me that I *am* on the right path. And that it’s *not* just about ‘luck’…it didn’t just happen overnight.

Sometimes it is about hard work, having trust and patience, and knowing that what’s meant for you won’t miss 🏹

This week I’m feeling grateful as hell. For myself and my own perseverance, for the trust of people like @kacyharnedy and @mediumnorth and for every moment I’m able to stand in my power.