Write it Down, They Said

In recent weeks, I’ve had a few wonderful women in my life tell me that I ought to begin writing down what I’ve been experiencing over the last 2+ years, as I may not realize how much it could help me move through it. So I’m trying. The most significant aspect of these years has been physical pain. What started as small muscle spasms and low back pain took me through many, many types of treatment, two minor surgeries and one major surgery in May 2019 that resulted in a brand new hip at age 42. I’ve since spent months in continued pain and multiple rehabilitative environments from physical therapy and active release to acupuncture, chiropractic, pelvic floor and more. And nothing much has changed, to-date. I still can’t sit or lay down comfortably. I’ve seen more doctors and spent more money than I ever could have imagined. Only to remain in pain.

I neglected to mention, no one has any idea how any of this happened. How I went from 4-5 days a week of yoga to needing a brand new hip in a matter of about a year. The most recent discovery revealed that my pelvis is rotated. One side is going forward and down, the other side is going back and up. Looking at the X-ray, one could see why I am possibly in such pain. Which came first? The hip or the pelvis? Does it even matter?

Now I’m working with my long-time friend and a great doctor, weekly, to relieve my muscle spasms and seeing a pelvic floor therapist, weekly, to get the pelvis out of rotation. Both doctors seem optimistic about this approach. So I, too, am trying to be optimistic. I have to be. I won’t live like this.

I’m back to yoga but it looks nothing like it used to. I was swimming for awhile because it felt great on my aching body but I missed the community that yoga is for me. Physically, mentally, spiritually. So I’m fighting through the setbacks.

But I guess what these friends have tried to tell me is that by writing about this experience, I may come to realize how much more of my life has been affected by all of this. I haven’t slept well in 2 years and if you’ve ever had newborns, you know what real sleep deprivation can do to a mind and body. When I’m in a particular amount of pain or just exhausted from it all, my fuse is short and I snap easily. I’m also unable to do certain physical activities with my kids and I’m unable to enjoy simple activities with them like sitting on the couch for a movie. It hurts too much. I’ve skipped family gatherings that aren’t close by because the car rides are too uncomfortable. And I’ve acquired a third full-time job. My first is being a parent, the second is my photography business and the new third is constant doctor appointments and at-home exercises. My body is a job now that I have no choice to resign from.

My photography work is also physical and although it hurts sometimes to do it, I have not slowed down at all in that area. In fact, quite the opposite. Business is better than ever. And for that, I’m eternally grateful. It keeps my mind off the pain, fulfills me in so many ways and, thankfully, helps pay the doctor bills.

But I’m not sure I’ve let myself realize how much it really sucks. It’s part of my everyday, from the minute I get out of bed in the morning to the minute I get back in it. And even more so when I’m in it because it’s painful to lay down. It’s all consuming and very aggravating. My husband and children have been so supportive all the way through but I know it’s affected them, as well. They don’t want me to be in this pain any more than I do. For so many reasons.

I want to try to remember to be grateful for a few things through this. The most significant of which is that although it’s consistent pain, it’s not an illness for which there is no cure.  I also have zero penchant for painkillers, even avoiding the heavy ones post-surgery, leaving a dangerous addiction off the table. We have the resources to continue to seek out new approaches to getting some relief. And I am determined to find the way through and bring joy back to everyday activities.

For now, I’m putting my faith and my body in the hands of a great team of doctors, some of whom I’ve always called friends and others whom I now call friends. I will let their optimism for my physical healing become my optimism. And perhaps I’ll even keep writing about it in the hopes that the mental healing can also begin.

I will have a hard time posting this because I’m certainly not looking for sympathy and admitting vulnerability or struggle of any kind can be difficult. But perhaps it will help me move through it and maybe someone else has experienced or is experiencing something similar. If so, please hit me up.  I’d really love to talk to you.

5 Tips for Hiring a Pro Photographer for Your Business

In looking for a photographer, obviously seeing their images is paramount and is often what leads you to pick up the phone. But as in all steps you would take for your business, it’s important to look a little deeper than just the images when making such an investment. 

Breadth of Work

Ask to see a comprehensive sampling of their portfolio. Seeing they have worked with individuals and companies in a variety of businesses demonstrates they understand that one size does not fit all. Your headshots or website photos ought to fall in line with your brand and what you are trying to communicate. This doesn’t mean they have to have photographed in your exact industry, but knowing their work runs the gamut ensures they’ll know what to do with you, as well.  

Knowledge of Light

A good photographer understands light and how to work with it. This does not mean your photographer has to be a master of artificial light or off-camera flash, but you want them to be able to walk into any shooting situation and know how to make it work for what you want for your business.  As questions and take a thorough look at their portfolio. If every image style and set up looks like same, there’s a good chance they may only know how to work in one lighting scenario.

They Ask Questions

If you’re hiring a pro, chances are you’re spending some decent money. Make sure he or she asks questions about you, your business and what you are looking to accomplish. I spent 10 years in marketing and brand development prior to starting my photography business and imagery is a huge part of your brand. Consistency in look and feel most certainly extends to your photos. Make sure your photographer understands your vision and talks to you about how they will make it come to life.

Responsiveness

In any business interaction, responsiveness is key. Photography is no different. When your photographer responds to you immediately, makes themselves available for conversations and questions, and provides quick turnaround on items, you are getting an inside look into how the rest of the relationship will go. If you find yourself waiting on them from the outset, it will continue that way.

Referrals

Finally, ask for referrals. Experience is everything. And I don’t mean years in business or number of clients. I mean the experience previous clients have had. As is the case in most professional services, the photographer can be the very best at what they do, but if they are difficult to work with, eventually that end product comes at a price. Talk to two or three previous clients to decide if the photographer is right for you.

If you can click off on all of the items above, chances are you’ve found yourself not only a great photographer with knowledge of their craft but a smart businessperson with whom you can build a lasting professional relationship. 

The Girls

For the better part of 2017 and early 2018, my 11 year old daughter, Casey suffered from migraine headaches. They caused her to vomit profusely. Even on herself in her classroom, on one occasion. The anxiety that accompanied that incident made getting to school very difficult, for awhile. There were days when she had to physically force herself, through tears, to simply get through the door. And I know on those days, her good friend, Anna, would walk beside her silently, an arm draped around her shoulders. Ensuring Casey knew she didn’t make that walk alone. The significance of that small gesture is not lost on me. Sometimes the very best thing a friend can do is simply show up and walk beside you. No words are necessary. Their presence speaks volumes. I know this, first hand, and seeing my daughter share that bond with her friends was the motivation behind this shoot. These young women are Casey’s tribe. Her ride or die. Her core. And I love them all like my own. 

Writing about this subject and these young women has had my mind all over the place. I have so many thoughts on it because I can’t think of them without thinking of my own girlfriends. My sisters, really. I don’t have a biological sister. I’ve never felt I needed one because that role has been filled by so many wonderful women over the years.  

As I’ve grown older and been through more life experiences, both good and challenging, many things have happened in my friendships. My relationships with some have deepened, while others have run their course. And that’s ok. I’ve got cores from all aspects of my life. Sometimes it seems like a lot to keep up with. But they’re all there for a reason and I wouldn’t trade any of them. There’s grade school/high school (yep, I said grade school). There’s college and there’s my adult life. And in what I believe to be a unique situation, pretty much all of them have met one another and some have become friends, as well.

The importance of these women is coming full circle as I’ve watched Casey grow relationships with the young women in these photos. Their parents are friends of ours, so they met as infants. Went to different schools, then the same school and then different schools, again. But nothing about their bond has changed. If you follow me on social media, you may have seen my post about Casey’s birthday. Every year, she wants nothing more than these three girls. And after their time together, she wants their families to join in, as well. She’s never needed the big hoopla party. She just wants time with her girls.

This is their “mess with one of us, mess with all of us” faces.

It was cute when they were little and they would play dress up (they still do sometimes) and make videos (still doing that too) under the watchful eyes of us parents. We’re still paying close attention, but as they are getting older, their freedom is expanding, and I know they are enjoying that. However, what also comes with getting older is a hell of a lot of changes. Relationships get more complicated, hormones kick in and the body reacts, schoolwork gets a little harder, drama is around every corner and no longer will everyone always make the team. In seeing all of this happen, I’ve really appreciated bearing witness to the solidity of this foursome.

What became glaringly obvious to me with the migraine situation is that these young friendships aren’t just giggles and dressing up anymore. They are morphing into strength and support when Mom and Dad can’t be there to provide it. When they have to be turned loose to handle tough situations without us, these friends will have each other. For that, I am so grateful and it is such a blessing to be able to watch, even if it has to be from afar.

But it also scares the hell out of me as it’s all happening so fast. Hence wanting to capture it in time, as best I know how. They’re still silly as hell. The eye rolling is at a minimum, for now. But, it’s coming. Henny and I just discussed with one of the girls parents last night, that soon, high school will come and we won’t see them from morning until evening, when after school practices are over. Then it’ll be dinner and homework. So all of what we get to witness now, will be happening where and when we can’t always see it. It frightens me and I often wonder who I will be when “all day mothering” isn’t as necessary. But that’s a subject for a completely different post.

For now, I wanted so badly to capture what I see as the purest form of beauty in these growing female friendships. Ride or die. Casey has some solid ladies in her life and I hope she always will. Try not to smile when looking through these photos. I dare you. 

Beautiful Side Effects

“Can we talk for a few minutes before we go to sleep?” Yes, Ryan. Everytime. Yes. This question represents one of the various reasons I wanted to do our time away this summer. Those two, sharing a bunk bed room, making forts, making up games, playing on their Ipads, either together or simply alongside one another, and pre-bedtime chats and giggles. Hopefully forming a bond, stronger than one they may not have had otherwise.

At home, we are so lucky to have lots of great friends and neighbors with whom we spend a significant amount of time. For some, I can’t say which came first, the adult friendships or the kids. Bottom line, Casey and Ryan always have buddies around. But I’ve noticed over the years that when my kids are forced to be with just each other, they often make their own fun together. I love it and I feel responsible to help foster it so that they will grow up having one another’s backs, feel they know each other well and regardless of the fights they will have, they’ll appreciate their relationship. So, hearing them ask if they can stay up and chat for a little before they sleep is music to my ears.

We are home now and we all miss it. I am so glad I chronicled it in words and imagery because I fear that I will somehow forget bits and pieces the farther away we get from it. I feel somehow desperate to remind the kids of all of the details so they won’t forget either. They’re 10 and 8. They won’t remember it all. But I’ll keep reminding them.

We spent lots of time, simply, on the beach. I went in the ocean almost everyday. It’s good for the soul and healing for the body. I read copious amounts of books and we all slept late. We also set out on adventures at the waterpark, surf camp and a tree climbing course. Many mornings and nights were spent walking the dog for donuts or other treats. And we rode bikes out to breakfast and downtown. I confess that I had not ridden a bike in years and now I can’t wait to keep doing it with them. My inner kid made an appearance a lot this summer and I hope she remains on the outside more often.

They both laughed on the car ride home about how before we headed off in late June, I told them to understand that we would be there for more than a month and they would not be getting ice cream from the Fudgy Wudgy guy everyday. Luckily, we weren’t on the beach everyday because contrary to what I said, everyday that we were, they got it. Not because I wanted to avoid whining or tantrums but because ice cream on the beach is one of the simplest of childhood joys and I wasn’t doing irreparable damage by saying yes. I was giving and getting joy.

We wrapped up our time at the shore with what we’ve long called our best week of the year. We’re going on year 13 of spending a week with a mix of family and friends in Sea Isle. The group changed here and there but a few have remained constant. And the current group is 8 years strong. The kids spend time altogether but also, perfectly, have a similar aged cohort or two that they pair off with, very nicely. The youngest, Ryan, is now 8. The oldest, Jake, is 14. Our lives at the beach have gotten easier. But the laughter that travels from coffee on the deck to the beach, and then to dinner and drinks on the deck, remains consistent. One friend spoke of sore stomach muscles one morning. And I assure you, we weren’t exercising. Just laughing until we couldn’t catch our breath.

I fought back tears as we drove off the island but kept reminding myself of a previous post. Don’t cry because it was over, smile because it happened. I am ever more grateful we made the decision that, at first, seemed impossible. It will go down as one of the best we’ve ever made.  I took the kids to the pool yesterday and they knew it was likely no other friends would be there. Happily, there were some, but as soon as those friends departed, Casey and Ryan simply went back to playing with each other. One of the many beautiful side effects of our summer away. 

Good

I have this t-shirt and I’ve worn in to bed the majority of the nights we’ve been away on our beach retreat. And it has one simple word on the front, “GOOD.” I bought it in honor and support of the doctor I credit with the fact that our two children are here. When I was struggling to get pregnant, he sent me on the path that made it happen and saw me through both of my pregnancies. From what I know, the word is something his son uses often and it’s about life’s obstacles and overcoming them. And how regardless of what life throws at you, the fact that you’re still breathing and can do something about it, is just GOOD. And during a tough time for Dr. Mellen’s family, it became more meaningful. Credited to @jockowillink 

That was a bit of a sidebar to where I’m headed (not unlike me) but I did want to give credit for why I have the shirt. It’s fitting. This time away was largely because of my kids and Dr. Mellen is a huge part of why we are lucky enough to have them. So it feels like it all fits somehow.

I came out to the deck for my morning coffee on what is technically our last day here, just us. Our place becomes my parent’s rental tomorrow. My mother liked the house as much as I did. So although we don’t have to leave, there is an ending of sorts. So I sat down kind of waiting for the sadness to arrive. But it hasn’t. Probably in large part because our time here isn’t ending just yet and we have much more to look forward to with friends and family. But I realized that the main reason why sadness wasn’t setting in is contained in the one word that is across my chest right now. GOOD. It was just so good.

This time here has been everything I wanted it to be and more. And for that, I’m just Good. I feel lucky, grateful and downright content about it. That’s very unlike me. I’m a big feeler, super emotional and I always get sad when something wonderful ends. But it’s time I take the advice I give my kids all the time. The same thing I said to Casey when she cried because surf camp was over. Don’t be sad because it ended, be happy because it happened.

And on this beautiful Friday morning on the deck, the kids still holed up in their bunk bed fort, awake but not yet ready to leave the comfort of it, I’m happy that Henny will be here this afternoon. We’ll get to enjoy this remaining time together. And because it happened, it will be GOOD. #Mellenstrong