Thursday, September 24, 2015

For me...it will always be about the people

I know this may come as a big surprise to some of you, but unfortunately, I've never won any popularity contests. Nope, no beauty pageants either. But, at the ripe ol' age of 34 there is one thing I'm certain of. Golly, gosh, I'm a nice person, and that's okay. It's more than okay really.

I've come to grips with the fact that being a nice person is kind of my thing. And, there are times I admit, I've wished I was more. I mean who hasn't? Who doesn't? I would love to be skinny, to have perfect skin and teeth, ALL the cute clothes, and all the Instagram followers. To be funny, popular, and admired, ya know, like her (you know her too). But, honestly, really truly, I would never trade being nice for any of that. 

I'm nice to people, because it makes me happy. Don't get it twisted I have bad days. My pacients waviors from time to time. But, for the most part, I can keep it together. I love to smile, say hi, excuse me, hold the door, and have a nice day to complete strangers every where I go. I try to remain upbeat, to see the good in people, even when others can't. My mantra for a long time has been "be nice anyway." Which leads me to the whole gosh darn reason I even wanted to write this post. The People.

I won't get into the whole story, because I totally blabbed way too much already. But, I had an exchange last week that made me feel like I was in high school. All. Over. Again. It definitely left me feeling like, "you're not one of the cool kids." And, while a little piece of my heart broke, I was reminded what I do it all for. The People. Not the followers, the relationships. 

Yes, I love photography, blogging, boys fashion, and being creative. But, what I love even more is the people I get to do it with. I wouldn't trade the relationships I've built (even the online ones) for all the popularity and followers Instagram has to offer. And, since you've made it this far, I thought I'd share my "Letter From The Editor" from Volume II of the Fly Little Guy magazine.


xoxo,


Lori

(Clicking on the pic will open it and make it easier to read)




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