Postcard from Chattanooga

Just checking in. I was hoping for a  good sunset tonight, but it didn't happen. It had been rainy and cloudy all day so I was cautiously optimistic that the cloud cover would break to let the color come through. I was not able to get a sunset, but I was able to spend some time reading a book in the dwindling light. Dickens' classic tale Great Expectations seemed like good company. I had read it in high school at the requirement recommendation of my English teacher.

Right now, I feel stuck as a photographer. I am working on several new techniques that just are not turning out like I had thought. In my mind, these revitalizing concepts would be the fix-all-to-end-all so to speak. I guess that is why I am relating to the story so much. Pip put so much hope in the great new things to come that, when they happened, all he could feel was disappointed. OK, so I am not there, and perhaps feeling a bit melodramatic tonight, but I like the word picture that it paints. Please allow me some artistic lattitude... :-)

I need to learn contentment. I need to enjoy what is here while accepting the responsibility to become better. There is a balance to maintain. "Forgetting those things that are behind, I press on toward the mark..." and "I have learned in whatever state I am to be content" were said by the same man in reference to the same type of situation. It is a satisfaction of knowing who you are, where you are going, and why it all matters. I don't have to be perfect, better, or anything else. I have to be true to who I am designed and destined to be. I was made for a purpose. I need to remember whose I am...