Christmas! Has it really come and gone already? This holiday season has been a whirlwind and its taken me until now, at 11:34 p.m. to feel about fifty percent recovered. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy every single moment of it….I am currently listening to Ledisi’s Christmas album on repeat so I can soak it all up before the new year gets here. Yes, it is that serious. This year was the first year that I didn’t social media Christmas…save for a few snaps
that weren’t even that good of the morning, I was completely hands off. Every single year since I’ve had kids, I take a MILLION pictures of everyone opening presents, reactions, food shots, the aftermath, everyone sleeping on the couch 10 minutes after breakfast and then I rush to upload them so the world can see what an AWESOME Christmas we had. I didn’t even send any text or post the customary “Merry Christmas” Facebook status. This year, I did absolutely nothing and I was pleasantly surprised at the outcome.
For some time now, I have become more and more wary of social media, Facebook in particular. Everyone on there seems to be vying for attention or complaining about the world (myself included) and it is honestly draining. It’s soul sucking to sit there scrolling for minutes on end filling my brain with endless complaints, nonsensical post or a ridiculous amount of very strange cats. This year, I just really couldn’t be bothered. I didn’t force the kids to come stand with Will and I by the tree and smile for 63 pictures in a row nor did I whip out my phone to snap a photo of every single moment. There are no photos of breakfast, there are no cleverly edited post-gift opening shots. Nada. The only hint that we had a Christmas at all are the random pictures I took throughout the day on my brand new Canon (thank you hubby) and most of those are repetitive portrait shots of my very tolerant family because hey, I’m a photographer now. I was able to enjoy every single moment this year and although I do kinda wish I managed to record Brooklynn opening her LOL Dolls and saying, “OMG, no. you. did. NOT,” I will always have that memory. And it was so much nicer to see it and hear it in the moment rather than come across it later as I obsessed over which shots were good enough for the gram. I can’t tell you how many times I have missed a beautiful moment because I was seeing the world through a camera lens. This year, I shed that lens and listen, the world is beautiful out here. No pressure, no worries about getting my post up in enough time or remembering to tag everyone and write out just the right status to accompany my 92 picture post. I mean really, what the hell was I doing?
So this year, I made an effort to enjoy every moment that I could. I saw my kids opening their approximately 1,980,328 gifts, I heard their shrieks of disbelief and felt their laughter reverberate through me. I tore into my crab legs like Sirius Black after he escaped Azkaban and washed them down with several cups of Peach Schnapps (thanks Santa). None of it was clouded with expectation or a flurry of snap shots or the reheating of my plate because it took me 25 minutes to find the right filter to perfectly convey the beautiful orange color of those crab legs. This year, I ate my food hot and hell if I knew or cared where my cell phone was.
I think as 2018 approaches, I will give it my best effort to be more present. To put my phone down more and take in everything around me. I want to experience every little detail, and even though pictures capture the moment, I’ll be the only one that can tell the story. I’ll let my mind be 2018’s photo. Cheers to an exciting New Year!! And now I leave you with this very adorable photo of my kids because lest us not forget, I am a photographer now. Never mind the fact that I only know how to work exactly one setting on this damn camera (or the fact that this photo was actually taken on Snapchat), but I am pretty sure I read somewhere that simply owning one qualifies you as a photographer.
Until next time, keep smiling.
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