Fitting title for this post actually because as I type this, seventeen years ago, I came to be. Oh yes, today I am 17.
I was thinking earlier about what i believe in. I decided I am one of those people who believe people are born for purpose. Born to be something, born to do something, be somebody etc etc. And then i came to this conclusion tonight that we shouldn't have to worry about who we are meant to be/what we are meant to become because whatever it is, you were born to do. So I'm thumbing my way through these University booklets, and I'm breaking a sweat over what I want to do, when really que sera, sera baby. Fate has a funny way of working it out. But you should trust it, regardless. And when you feel lost and in the midst of the unknown, try and trust that things will work out when you least expect them too.
I started taking pictures because i clicked on the wrong link in Google and I was quite literally instantly inspired. The changes since then have literally blown all of my first expectations out of the park.At all. I didn't think a couple of years ago I'd be holding a photography exhibition. Instead i thought I'd be sitting the UMAT test for Med School. But you go with the flow anyway, because it may just be what you are meant to be doing.
Enough of my rant that probably didn't make sense - I need sleep.
Thank-you for alllll of the birthday emails/tweets/messages, much love,
Lucy, a while ago now. Love it all the same: