Uncertainty is the mother of invention?

Everything is so up in the air. Everything. At this stage in the pandemic, I am at a loss as to how to plan for tomorrow let alone the next week, month, year. Also, I’m not one who deals well without a plan. When the plan is just to “chill” or “hangout” or “relax” I make a plan. This means I’m not everyone’s favorite traveling companion. I mean, I can sit and stare at clouds for hours, but I have to *know* that’s what we are going to do. Is this a thing for any of you?

Of course this is all about control. This month my imagination has turned all goth on me and says, “there is no control” (like in that deep dark Lego Batman way) and honestly I can tell you this is one of the scariest thoughts for me. By now I should be used to it; as a military spouse I never have control over what city or state to live in, how long we will live anywhere, if or when my husband will be home today or come home from a trip or deployment. But I tell you, I fight it every time we have a change. Until I don’t. But that’s because by then I’ll have a plan about how we will do the move, what job I will have, where to travel on vacation. And now there are no plans.

I will invent control, or some semblance of it, by leaving a trail of breadcrumbs here on this site. Photography settles me. Interacting with others settles me. And so here we are.

I hope this site entertains if not informs you. I hope I can be consistent with posts. I hope this helps.