pretty things live here.
“You spelled disc wrong…” & we’re off to a great start friends.
My family is probably laughing at that title. If you know me.. You know I’m not athletic & my mom right now is going “but you’re a dannnncerrrr“. I can’t play sports but I can dance & I rock zumba like no ones business.
Michael wanted to go disc golfing and I gladly agreed. I “golfed” (Michael, is that even right?) a couple of holes and he claims that I did well (which in reality I was pretty horrendous). We got in the car to leave and he asked what I thought.
& then it kinda hit me.
But when does this inability to perform in front of others stop?
The second I get behind the camera.
It’s mind boggling really because I’ve never struggled with rounding up a bridal party or shooting a ceremony with 150 guests. Sure I get butterflies and my palms get clamy but maybe it’s because the focus isn’t on me..No one really cares what I’m doing because it’s about the bride and groom.
Or maybe it’s because it’s right where I belong.