Write What Needs to Be Written

Hannah Braboy Creative Business Plans9:41pm – 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.

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.

Words on Being a Different Brand of 16

pixie cut, hannah braboy, short haircutsI’m not sure that there’s any such thing as normal, but if there was, I certainly haven’t felt like it.

I’ve searched the four corners of the Internet – Google turned upside down – and most all the good advice for teenage girls isn’t relevant to me. I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t frustrate me. The dreamt-of, gone-ahead-before-me person being completely unknown, however, I don’t necessarily believe that I’m alone… Like Olivia said, one of the biggest lies we can believe is probably the one telling us that we are all alone. To some degree, this feels like an inward battle – plus a heavy dose of outward battle.

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I want to make something great of myself, for reasons more than a crown, applause, or a pat on the back. It was a long time that I thought greatness was directly correlated with my job, how successful I was. 2011 was the year, unbeknownst to me at the time, that initiated the redefining of how I thought of success.

Wanderlust has been one of the many things that’s been has been plaguing me and I haven’t been able contain it, so it has gone into words that flutter all over at the speed of lightening, snatching other dreams and thoughts into the mix. My mom thought I was half-joking that first week or more, then later whispered at some midnight hour, “You’re serious, aren’t you?” She wasn’t disapproving or negative, but her voice echoed what I was feeling… This is new, fresh ground. We haven’t been here before.

I keep telling myself the same things: I am okay. This is okay. It’s okay to be uncertain sometimes and it doesn’t mean you’ll mess up, but if you do, get back up because there’s an unlimited amount of love and grace that covers you. 

Other collections of heart-healing, “This has been just what I’ve needed”,  stunning words:

Growing Up – Facing the in Between | Olivia Erickson

You are Not Alone | Olivia Erickson

On Dreaming | {clothed with love}

Inbox (1) : A letter to you, my friend. | Alex Beadon Photography

Untitled. [what a girl needs to hear] | Sincerely, Rachel Christine

Don’t Live in the Moment | The Underground Micaela

Stories are meant to be dangerous. | Love Wins

 

Fresh Perspective

You know how sometimes your heart needs new perspective on something? Or mainly, your heart just needs a little space to breathe. Well, I was against our big farmhouse table eating my toast this morning looking out our back door… The sun was to the point of rising where it’s bright, but still very golden – the shimmery light photographers swoon over. I scurried around for flip-flops, my camera, and a fresh memory card because something caught my eye by our garden. Let me also add that it’s not as glamorous as it sounds, that running out in flip-flops and sporting a slightly messy, unfixed pixie cut (we’ll just call it boho). Nonetheless, it was the space to breathe that I didn’t quite know needed, but it felt good. It was a happy sort of peaceful moment – just me, my camera, clothes I felt awesome in, hair that’s naturally boho, slightly dewy grass, and warm morning air that hints it will be over 80º. I had space to be. Sometimes I think it’s good to just allow ourselves that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Top 20 Ways to Take Care of Yourself

Traveling Soul

moss and tree barkI’ve always wanted foreign places, spots in the road left uncovered, still. Attraction to uncommon beauty, places left undiscovered, is a part of me.

It’s the rest of the 50 that I haven’t seen, Ireland that I haven’t roamed over the hills of, Italy that I haven’t tasted, Africa that I haven’t felt the wild heart of, and the lands and streets beyond that I haven’t experienced – curious still. I can’t help but wonder, all of those places confined to the walls of my imagination still. Moments come and sometimes I rattle out words – pre-formed in my mind – at dizzying paces about these dreams and places.

But this thought rolls around in my head… What if, the wonder, the mystery of the unknown, is what’s making up half the fun of this? I’m curious about that. It doesn’t really stop every desire to experience the world, but the question of “what if” still lingers.

Am I the only one?

Wonderstruck

The Red Door to Nowhere
There are some experiences in life that you can’t shake, even when they span only ten seconds. This happened to be one of those moments for me where, when it happened, I knew that somewhere in my soul that exact thing was needed. It’s kind of like when your best friend does something little to show they care, or when you hear a baby laugh in it’s sleep.
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This tiny little wonderstruck boy in a big red store filled with other late Christmas shoppers… He had maybe filled into the shoes of about age 4, maybe 5? I was searching for this one gift in particular and every sense was shaken to it’s feet. I strolled on past the cards, headed out, and this bright, small, cheerful, and simply wonderstruck voice filled the air with the sounds of, “It’s a Christmas tree!”

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Sometimes I think we’re allowed experiences for sheer pleasure and because that might be the magic bullet that heals the unknown place in our soul, the one even we haven’t fully uncovered yet.

A Self Portrait

I’ve become a more sensitive soul. I’m not sure that I’ve stumbled into the new-ish skin over night, but it’s definitely happened in some fashion. I wrap myself up in the ebb and flow of life more, deeply tangling and wrapping my soul up in every inch of life – feeling more. Step further back and I would discover a different girl – a version of myself still wandering, searching, and reaching as high for everything containing that dreamy glitter.

Black + White Portrait

It’s not that I’ve left being all that, but for maybe the first time, I’m sensing a real evolution of myself – a constant, slight recreation of what has existed in a more plain state until that moment. I’m slightly oblivious until the reality of my life shocks me into feeling. It’s a very raw, open feeling that does something to my soul with every move I make.

I read words differently.

On Providing Space and Being Left Behind | The Outdoor Wife

that thing you did. | Love, Sara Sophia

I Am My Mother’s Daughter | A Deeper Story

the art of change. | Lauren Nicole Love

I see things differently.

Murmuration from Sophie Windsor Clive on Vimeo.

Soul Expressed in Art

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scars and Love

Scars and Love

Laster Family – Clarksville, TN Portrait Photographer

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It thrills me to shoot again and again with these people and the amount of photogenic-ness they all have is insane. You can see the shoot I did with them last year here, which just further backs up that little bit about the common photogenic thread they all have. Speaking of threads, Melissa totally coordinated their outfits perfectly and it’s probably due partially to the fact that she is one ninja of a scrapbooker.

 

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This is Thomas and Melissa – the ones I’ve known ever since I can remember. Thomas remembers things about me like how my 3 year old self would stare at him constantly. We sat in their kitchen and talked about them and their boys, Seattle, rocks (read below), and chocolate covered pretzels from past Christmas parties.

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This is Bryson. Someone please tell him to stop being so cute.

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This is Braden, also known as their resident geologist. This guy knows his stuff and he has the prettiest rocks ever, but he’d probably tell you that “Pretty Sparkly Rock” isn’t an actual name of a rock. Ask me how I know. (I kind of got told in the rock department.)

 

Y’all, thanks for letting me and my camera freeze part of your lives in time over and over. xo