I wish I could wrap better words around my thoughts lately.

My images play back the story that I’m often missing.

When I’m stressed.

Tired.

Yelling.

Parenting.

Thinking about everything else except for the place that I’m in.

And I need to fucking stop that.

And if it means I need to take more images, than I need to take more images.

I need to continue to remind myself.

I need to see that I’m contributing more than I realize

…even though I feel as though my efforts fall short.

…even though I feel as though I need to do and be more.

These little people in my life are showing me the way.