I've been thinking about gratitude a lot lately. Sometimes it's so hard to see through the fog of the grind. Often, I think we're looking too hard for our joy. We're looking for the big explosions of happiness and, in the process, miss the tiny bits of magic that surround us all day, everyday.
This past week I went to Dallas for a workshop with a photographer that I love (Jenn Hudson) and while watching her demo a specific shooting set up, my mind wandered. I started to think about how amazing the weather was and how grateful I was to be out in it investing time into something I love. I looked up and saw this beautiful little ray of light shining through the trees. It reminded me of one of my favorite quotes:
"Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement" Anna Quindlen.