I wrote a post about 10 months ago about how I felt like I was in a slump. I felt disappointed, discouraged, and a bit directionless. I also felt alone in my work, and unsure of what I was pursuing. I knew it was temporary, and that it's a necessary place that everyone walks through at some point, regardless of how much they love (or don't love) what they do. 

Today I had a client meeting at a cafe in my neighborhood, and I had a moment (or several) where I thought, "I really love my job."

I had Esther asleep in her carrier while I chatted with a client whom I really enjoy, and who is particularly vulnerable, in the most wonderful and endearing way. The way people share their life stories with me astounds me every time it happens. The way people open their hearts to me, are honest with me, express their emotion with me — I love it all. 

I'm so thankful to have this work — it feels like I've been given a gift. There are parts of it I really don't care for, like when editing loses its clarity during the creative process, working alone, taxes, bills, and the occasional difficult client. But all in all, this is a pretty great gig. and I'm grateful. 

I don't know that I've ever posted any of my finished work here, but here's one client's story about their first date that I think is particularly sweet. If you're curious about what I do (and you haven't heard before), here's the website: