The one that got away
I’m sitting right now at a beach side restaurant in St. Lucia. If you know me well you’ve probably heard me sharing effusively about coming here to capture a wedding. YUP! I’m working. How cool is that? I think it is unbelievably cool, so cool that on more than one occasion since I’ve been here I’ve laughed out loud at the pinch me nature of my life.
Megan and Ryan’s gorgeous white-sand-beach-palm-tree-Caribbean-sunset wedding was Saturday and exceeded everyone’s expectations for perfect. I’ll share the photos in the next few days and you’ll see what I mean.
What I want to share about now is THE shot I didn’t get. I think maybe I’m not suppose to share about what I missed and when you see the photos you’ll see for yourself that their wedding day experience was brilliantly and beautifully captured. So why is it that with hundreds of gorgeous wedding photos I’m stuck on “the one that got away”? Martha Graham seems to have nailed it when she said this – No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.
I have no idea if “the shot that got away” would even have been worth sharing AND I trust the perfection of never being completely satisfied, instead always a divine dissatisfaction that keeps me striving, creating, expanding and giving more & more of myself. I invite you to take on your own version of dissatisfaction as a sweet personal call to action, your own personal “what more can I create/give/try?” and embrace it as a gift from your internal cheer squad, not the rah-rah team that wants you to always think you are a winner but the cheer leaders who are constantly calling you into the greatest version of yourself and never letting you rest on your laurels. That part of yourself is truthfully on your side.