Growing up, my vacations were spent at the beach. I'd spend every moment of every day in the sea. Riding waves, diving through waves, swimming along the coast back to where I started before the current pushed me too far down the beach from mom and dad and our red and white striped beach umbrella.
We've continued the beach tradition with our kids. During our week, we lived a simple existence: wake, breakfast, sunscreen, beach, shower, dinner, bed, repeat. It was exactly the kind of vacation my wife and I needed. I'd like to say it left me refreshed and ready to get back to work, but instead it has left me feeling unsettled—as if I may not be doing exactly what I'm meant to be doing. Don't get me wrong. Photography and filmmaking is what I'm meant to be doing. These things make me feel complete. Sometimes I don't feel normal unless I've been shooting. But not just shooting—flowing while shooting. And that's just it. I spend too much time in an office, indoors and not shooting. This. Must. Change.
I think for me, our über simple vacation allowed me to reflect, reassess and realize I'm not exactly living life for me and my family. I'm living a life society has lead me to think I should be living. Too deep for you? Yeah, me too. But this trip changed me for the better. And now it's up to me to make some changes for myself.
P.S. Many thanks to my incredible wife for putting up with a nutty artist-type all these years. And for supporting me as well. Love you, babe. xoxoxo