125 days ago, we went into full lockdown mode at home, and from one day to the next, everything changed.
Just a few days into our self-imposed quarantine I started
to hit a wall; not physically but mentally and spiritually. It was our third
week staying at home, and it was driving me crazy. 
I was depressed, angry,
worried, and confused all at the same time. I didn’t want to get out of bed to
spend another weekend without any social interaction. I was very upset, and
although I eventually got up and about, I couldn’t shake it off completely that
weekend. The following weekend I was starting to feel the same way, but I was determined
to turn it around. I grabbed my camera, which I had not done for a long time,
charged the batteries, and headed to the back patio to take some photos; I
wasn’t sure of what, but I was not deterred.
I spent most of the morning photographing flowers, lizards,
pebbles, abstracts, and anything else I could think of. After that, I spent the
afternoon working those new photos in photoshop, the photo editing software,
doing some creative post processing until I was completely exhausted. That’s
when I realized I had re-discovered my passion for photography and photo
processing. The weekend flew by and I felt like a phoenix rising out of the
ocean (ok, I’m exaggerating). Sometimes I forget about all those small things I really enjoy doing and make me happy. I’m determined to continue my quest for
fun and innovative things to do in-and-around the house during this challenging pandemic days, weeks, and months… who knows, maybe I'll try my hand at mixing up some new and refreshing cocktails. 😉 
