The longer I work on this blog, the more I wish I could speak/write Danish. Since a large percentage of our readers are from Denmark, it just seems like something I wish I could do!
That, and sometimes I worry that my Danish friends on Facebook are saying stuff about me right in front of me and I don’t even know it. Especially since my name is actually a Danish word…
P.S. Why do I have a weird feeling that our Danish readers might respond in Danish just to make me more paranoid? 😉
I was never one of the cool kids growing up. But that changed last week.
Not too long ago, I drew a picture for my friend, Mette of the two of us walking hand in hand with humour between us.
She saved the illustration on her phone, so that every time she picked it up she’d see it. It pleased me that I could make her smile with ease without actually being there or doing anything.
Mette works at an after-school centre. One day the children accidently got a hold of her phone and saw the drawing. Mette told me how they went on and on about how cute and adorable the drawing was for several
Finally, I was one of them! I felt like drawing something for each and every one of them. I felt like this:
(Surprisingly, they liked this drawing better!)
I swear. I’m not coming down from that piedestal!
When Den talked about how much he loves vintage photos I couldn’t help but feeling a bit sad that I won’t be able to be the creator of such photographs. I wish I had a time machine so I could go back to those times and shoot some photographs.
Unfortunately, I don’t have a time machine, but it doesn’t stop me doing what I love the most. Photographing.
I haven’t got much time these days to actually shoot like I did when I worked professionally, but when I do it it just feels right.
There’s this certain connection between us – me and the camera. We don’t always speak the same language (the new camera I ordered last year is from a foreign country and obviously, it hasn’t learned English nor Danish just yet), but we have this common understanding when creating.
It gives me peace, yet it creates excitement inside of me that I can’t shake off. Not that I want to.
When something makes you this happy, learn from my mistake and do it more often. Get involved, find time, do what you love.