Camilla asked if I could show my SoY entry, so I’ve uploaded part of it here. We had to submit 20 layouts (12 of them had to be brand new and couldn’t have been posted on teh intarwebs before) plus a one-page essay describing our “ideal day”. I am keeping most of the layouts private for now in case I want to submit some of them for publishing (and there are a couple that I’m not happy with and want to touch up – since I made eleven of the twelve new layouts in three days, there are some fugly ones in there! Heh.), but here are six of the ones I’m sure I’m not going to ever submit to a magazine.
One thing I noticed as I was sorting through these now was that the ones I want to submit are the ones with multiple photos (and several spreads) and descriptive journaling. I think I’m really over the single-photo-no-real-journaling layouts. When I looked through my albums this summer, those layouts just seemed so boring compared to the ones that really tell a story. Anyhoo, here goes:
Hmm, there seems to be a bit of a pink/green/brown color scheme going on here.
I guess I can post my essay as well – I wrote this at four in the morning so I could make it before the deadline, so be kind! :D
My ideal day would be what most people would consider very mundane; basically I would be able to do exactly what “most people” do. I would not be (for fear of sounding overly dramatic) shackled by the chains of depression, I would wake up feeling ready to take on anything. In other words, I would feel like myself again.
I imagine waking up to fresh fruit served in bed by my handsome husband – this actually happens from time to time, but for some reason he refuses to fan me with palm leaves as I am eating. The nerve! – for once not being woken by Bobs the Italian Greyhound sticking his pointy little legs straight into my stomach. In order to please those pointy little legs, breakfast would be followed by a long walk in the dog park.
Next on the agenda would be working on something I am truly passionate about and fulfils me; perhaps a volunteer organization for animal welfare or, let’s face it, scrapbooking. This sweet excuse for a job would be followed by dinner with our friends in one of the many excellent vegetarian restaurants in Seattle, with some sort of magical, calorie-free chocolate lava cake for dessert.
Last but not least, no day would be ideal without a photo excursion. My husband and I would camp out with our tripod and wait for the perfect sunset shot of the Seattle skyline with majestic Mt Rainier gracing the background.
Looking at this list, I realize that all of these things are either already happening or right at my fingertips (except for my husband being home with me all day – must remember to play the lottery soon!). I am not longing for any exotic, faraway countries or impossible dreams; I simply want my own ordinary life. I just want to feel free inside my soul as I am living it. I want to live without stopping myself, and I want to know that all this is within reach if I simply adjust my mind.
If I had written that essay a month later, it would just say “hiking hiking hiking”. Things change quickly, eh?