I think we and the wedding party collectively spent hours watching last Friday’s radar, optimistically discussing our fair-weather photo plan but realistically planning for the rain. Julie & Cormick’s wedding day dawned gray and rainy, but just as it was time for their first look, the skies cleared and the sun brilliantly shone through.

I’ve never felt like I fit in anywhere. Too artsy to be a jock, too athletic to be a nerd, too much of an old soul to be cool, too much in love with adventure to settle anywhere, too interested in variety to choose a niche. I’ve had no blueprint within my family for how to run a business, and tend to be the only romantic in a room full of pragmatists. And so, as I discovered over the last few weeks of reading, resting, reflecting and dreaming, I allowed myself to dismiss my childhood dreams, the ones which initially brought me to this business in the first place, in favor of practicality. I hope to spend my last few months in my 20s reimagining those early (and still very much the same) dreams within the framework I’ve already created so that I pay due respect both to my love of cat snuggles, family time and stability and to my desire for world travels, high end photography, gallery- and book-related art work, and sitting in cafes sipping beverages while discussing philosophy. If we only get one life, why can’t it be one of great fantasy whenever possible?