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It has only been within the past couple years that I’ve embraced a nutty trait of mine.  This nutty trait which doesn’t really have a good name but has led me through this life.  All the while trying to get me to embrace it.  Almost smacking me in the face with it.  But I didn’t listen.  When you’re a talker in school, teachers don’t support it.  My sisters and I talk with strangers while shopping because my mom does.  It’s genetic.  I’m loud and honest when I talk which usually leads some to believe I’m rude and out of line.  I picked Journalism cause it was linked with Public Relations.  Not because it allowed legitimized stories or used my writing skills, but because I thought I’d be good at the PR part.  I developed my photography style out of necessity.  I’m lazy.  Why spend time cleaning the scene?  People (somewhat strangers) tell me things and usually end with: I have no idea why I’m telling you this.  I guess I’m a good listener.  I guess, but I highly doubt it.  Chalked it up to being nosy or a pot-stirrer.

But writing and photography has made this trait so evident that I no longer ignore one of my best qualities.

I’m a talker.  I’m a digger.  I’m nosy.  And yes, sometimes I’m a pot stirrer.  I’ll put a nice spin on it: I’m a storyteller/storygather-er.  (Yes, I made up the last word)

I simply enjoy communicating with other people.

I shoot my way because it tells my story the only way I can.  Honestly.

I write bluntly and honestly because I find no need in presenting a fake life.  It helps no one.  And being honest helps everyone accept life as is: beautiful, messy, chaotic, but always doable.

I listen to my friends and strangers because everyone deserves an ear not because I’m nosy (which I am).  Everyone deserves to feel like their struggle is important.  And deserves a celebration when news is good.

I love the stories our lives provide.  I love your stories.  I love hearing them and watching your face light up or fall flat depending of the tone.  I love telling, sharing, and digging into my own stories.  I have no filter and maybe I should work on that.  But I figure if someone doesn’t like it, they won’t share.  You don’t have to be friends with everyone.  You’ve got your tribe.  And I might not be a part of it.  I’m at an age where I’m good with this.

I believe we share our stories because eventually we hit gold.  Your stories lead you to your greatest allies in life.  And they provide a comfort and support that this insane life demands.

Thank you for always reading.  Thank you for sharing your own experiences in the comments or in the emails.

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I’m grateful for you.  You help make this insane life  richer, more interesting, and fucking brilliant.

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  • xanthe - This is why you’re ace and why I love hanging out here x.November 30, 2013 – 1:09 pmReplyCancel

  • Siobhan Wolf - I can so relate to this trait of yours. Seems funny we live in the same place, know many of the same people, and have never met. Maybe 2014 will change that. I’d like that.December 24, 2013 – 8:22 pmReplyCancel

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