9:41pm – I just got done eating cherry pie that my sister made. I’ve been trying to relax and regroup, especially business-wise, and as well as it’s going, thoughts still don’t stop swirling. My best friend Olivia texts me, “Any way you’d be up for a quick Skype to help me put a few last details on my business plan?”
We have one of our typical Olivia and Hannah heart-to-hearts. We’re tipping on the edge of 17. We’re clad in hoodies late at night. We have dreams and try our darnedest to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps.

I was telling her some things that I think I need to come out with. Whether 11:27pm is the best time to do it, is another matter. As she told me, “…write what needs to be written.”
I can’t see too far in front of my face right now. I know what the next steps are, but the rest fades and becomes very bokeh-like. That scares me a tiny bit.
I like knowing most everything and having it all planned out. Plus the occasional wild flying leap, that is my comfort zone. I’m cool with spreadsheets of 6 month, 1 year, 5 year, and 10 year business goals. My fingers can fly over keys, making plans to accomplish every one of those goals, hopping to each one in order like stepping stones.
Apparently, that doesn’t work well for too long. Things come to a screeching halt with the idea of making yourself, the level of comfort seeming off balance. Then you get stuck in what feels like a rut. Confusion and frustration both run rampant. It turns out that some things are a process and it takes time to understand being part of God’s story.
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A rebrand and redesign are both in the works right now. (There is no launch date. Let’s just pretend it’s a surprise!) Basically, I’m shaking everything up. Let’s make epic stuff happen!
Things are going to explode really close together. There will be lots of happy launches (and relaunches) going on! Secret projects will become not-so-secret, too. You’ll want to keep an eye on my Facebook to stay up to date and Twitter to get little backstories.
I’m not sure that there’s any such thing as normal, but if there was, I certainly haven’t felt like it.











One thing about being a photographer, an artist who likes to paint her pictures with pixels and explosions of shimmery light, is that it has given me a window into beauty that I might not have ever come close to touching before. It’s unveiled Photoshop misuse and Photoshop that induces even more shivers down your spine because it just feels so real and raw – somebody’s soul expressed in art.




