This is it || Dwelling Place Project

But this is what I’m finding, in glimpses and flashes: this is it. This is it, in the best possible way. That thing I’m waiting for, for that adventure, that movie-score-worthy experience unfolding gracefully. This is it. Normal, daily life ticking by on our streets and sidewalks, in our houses and apartments, in our beds and at our dinner tables, in our dreams and prayers and fights and secrets - this pedestrian life is the most precious thing any of us will ever experience.
— Shauna Niequist
DwellingPlace

I don't take out my camera when I'm at home.

I'm a bit ashamed to admit it. My iPhone is my camera of choice on the majority of days where people aren't paying me to show up and do my thing. It's easy, it's convenient, and people are less intimidated by its presence. But here's a truth I'm learning: iPhones just don't always cut it. 

Not just in terms of quality, but in terms of gravity too.

The other night, the light was filtering through the western windows perfectly and my roommate looked adorable. I attempted an iPhone shot but knew instantly that this required the real deal so I bolted to my room as Fate giggled at me and we proceeded to snap the first frames of her twentieth year. 

See, these moments are sacred: the ones with good light and much better people. The daily life that is swirling around us is precious and so quickly gone.

I fall into the lie that my life will be worth documenting more when I am in a relationship or am married or have littles beneath my feet. I think "oh, someday when I have a cooler apartment that isn't filled with free furniture and textbooks piled on the table, then I'll photograph it more." That's dumb. My life is just as beautiful now as it would be if all my dreams were sitting fulfilled at my feet.

These years - the living with your best friends in a little apartment years - they are just as worthy as the romance years or the mommy years to come. They are not fillers. They are not interim. They are my life. My beautiful, messy, giggle-filled, dance parties to Ben Rector in my kitchen type of life.

Here's to Monday nights with people you love. Here's to the mundane moments being the most magical. Here's to life.

Keep those fancy things
Keep your magazine
I don’t even want what I’m chasing
because all I know isn’t ordinary love is what we’re made for
— Ben Rector

Please, let your life be documented. No more waiting. It's worthy just the way it is.