I’m in a mood today. Not a very good one.
It’s a of despairing cocktail of disappointment, headache, jet lag, anxiety, and something else— like a bad hair day, but right in the guts.
A mild hangover gloomed over a morning that came too soon and kept rushing by. I wasn’t done breakfast before I’d already missed yoga and “forgot” to meditate. By skipping these activities, I got a head start on worrying about a Skype interview I had today. The interview was for a psychology program that I’d spent much of 2018 preparing for. It was an important interview. It was the sort of interview could easily determine my future. The sort of interview that I was lucky to get. The sort of interview that can get under your skin and jangle your nerves.
According the bathroom mirror, I was an utterly exhausted sack of disgruntled human. On top of having a bad hair day in the guts, I was also having just a regular bad hair day. A haircut before the interview would be an improvement. Hilariously though, none of the barbers were open for business because of the stupid snow storm. So I used a comb to sort of fix my hair. I used about 20 chocolate espresso beans, washed down with 4 cups of coffee, to fix sort of my hangover and jet lag. I did nothing to deal with my jangled nerves. The next 7 hours were spent mostly in a state of distracted apprehension. Much pacing was done.
When the time finally came, I promptly bombed the interview. Listening to myself answer the interviewer’s questions I was startled at how little sense I was making. I began sentences without knowing how I’d finish them and was appalled when they ended with me just sort of trailing off in embarrassment. The interview ended early but not before he issued me the reminder that there are many more highly qualified candidates than there are positions, but “we’ll get back to you either way”.
Great. Can’t wait.
I ended the interview and stifled my disappointment with cold pizza and tap water. Luckily, my unfinished to-do list compelled me to plow on rather than think about the consequences of the interview. That’s for another day, when I’m feeling stronger. For now, I blog.
But why am I telling you all this? I’m telling you all this because I’m trying to express how unlikely it would be to find a smile on my face this evening, and yet there is one. Well, it’s sort of a grimace, but it gives the gist of something approaching happy. As I was preparing these photos for the blog, I could feel my heart softening, felt the right corner of my mouth curl into a crooked grin, could feel my brow unfurl.
Warm feelings by visual osmosis. Photos are the carriers of mood viruses.
There’s something very kind in B’s face and something extremely contagious about S’s smile, and all her jokes are hilarious. She tells the kind of jokes that are funny enough to make you laugh days later, when remembering. But they’re situational jokes, so I can’t tell them to you because I’d have to spend a whole paragraph giving the context. So just trust me. You’d lol.
We met S & B at a prior wedding we photographed. It was a truly magical PEI wedding that I remember in vivid colour and vibrant feelings. S gave one of the most gratitude-laden and gracious speeches to the bride I’ve ever heard. We photographed S & B at that wedding reception, actually, and they turned that photo into a postage stamp, which they’ve used to mail out their wedding invitations. I hope you’re beginning to get a feel for how quirky and delightful these two are. We met S & B again, months later, on a day when we all went for a hike at Sugar Moon Farm. That’s where I discovered the alarming deliciousness of high-quality maple syrup. (They say that hunger is the best ingredient. It’s not. It’s proper maple syrup.) And we S & B again for this engagement shoot, which happened on a day as cold and windy as Nova Scotia gets, and yet, it was just laughs and fun and a great time along the shores near Duncan’s Cove, on the Citadel, and in their neighbourhood.
Here are a small few of our favourite photos from that day. Enjoy.
Edit: I wrote this blog yesterday, and I’m publishing it the next day. I’m feeling better now. 🙂 Happy Valentines day, all.