I've been feeling nostalgic this week about the year drawing to a close. New Year's Day feels like a lifetime ago, and so much has happened this year. A year ago the Diana+ camera was just something on my wish list. I thought I should figure out some photography move so I could have some visuals to pair with my writing. My camera arrived a little into January, and so began my crash course in film, my adventures in cross-processing, and the way shooting saved me when I wrote all the way to the fence.
This year also began with the Portfolio Project game, which Jen and I hatched up in late December and many of you began playing with us in earnest on January 1st. The game was a 12-week fast and dirty productivity burst, in which we focused on quantity over quality, trusting that even though it wouldn't all be good that some of the raw material would be. I started podcasting then to have more time to write offline, and ran a podcast through the whole game. The best of my work--visual and written--from those first three months became the Fortunes collection a few months later.
Being a beginner didn't stop with the photography or the new way of getting creative work done; it was the biggest theme of the year. I started doing live storytelling on-stage at The Moth Story Slams in Manhattan and Brooklyn. I found the courage to tell the stories that I never tell, and traced back to the roots of that courage. I met a community of storytellers there that is kind and generous, and that continues to teach me more than I can say.
I attended the Blogher conference for the first time, met many of the Shutter Sisters and all the Kirtsy Girls. Felt immediately more hopeful about the state of the world knowing that those women are in it. Meeting online acquaintances face-to-face continued at Squam, my first art retreat and an event that itself held many firsts for me.
I felt the vulnerability and humility of being a beginner over and over again. I had steep learning curves, which seems to be my way as I crash-course everything I can. My word for the year was fearless, and I tried to leap into every project and event just as I was, without knowing what it meant or where it would lead. You might expect that to feel strong like flexed muscles, but it didn't. It felt crumbly and raw and unsettling--I felt unlaced and undone more than anything else. All. Year. Long. But looking through my photos from the year, I didn't see those things. All I could see was the beauty of where trust can take you.
Here's a quick, no-frills and flawed slideshow from the year (I can feel all my film friends cringing already)--just a few favorite moments and images that I'm holding close as I get ready to begin all over again.