The beauty I could find

I’ve been thinking about blogging a lot. I know, I know… I say that every time when I’m not blogging at all.

But it’s true. I have been thinking about it a lot.

I never stop blogging because I don’t want to blog anymore. I stop blogging when every attempt at writing a blogpost results in something that I don’t want to put out into the world. And as time passes, my inner critic grows stronger and stronger, until I don’t even attempt to come up with a post anymore.

I do miss it. I always do. And I want to get back to it so badly.

Today I told myself to pick up my poor neglected camera, take three pictures and post them. No words needed. Just look around and find some beauty to document and share.
That’s always a good way to start, isn’t it? Because no matter how I feel, there is always beauty to be found. I just need to look for it.

So, I did just that. Picked up my camera. Took some pictures. Sat down at my computer and… Well… Four hours later I’m still struggling with the words of this post. The words I wasn’t going to write.

I almost gave up, but I don’t want to. So this will have to do.

Here’s some of the beauty I could find.