I have terrible anxiety. It’s an affliction with its own gifts. It allows me to feel deeply. It’s an undeniable force in my search for understanding as I try to make sense of the world. It’s a tax for being brave in life and love.
This goes against the grain of ‘self-improvement’ we are constantly fed, but I believe our less desirable attributes also fuel the better ones. Two sides of the same coin.
I have eschewed medication in favor of exercise, being in nature, reading, cooking, writing and now, photography. It helps, but some days it’s all I can do to grab my camera and walk out the door. Any sort of exploration is salutatory.
Pursuing photography has had another interesting side-effect. Everyone is turned beautiful through a camera lens. It’s made me rethink what is good and bad, and learn to find what is interesting, relevant and beautiful right where I stand.
I need no congratulations for buying into an up and coming neighborhood, but it does occur to me we would all fare better if we were regularly exposed to the problems of people unlike ourselves.
There is blight, poverty, and people clearly suffering. There is rich history, and architecture worth preserving. There is the warmth of my neighbors.
There is me with a camera.