Unrushed, Uncertain, and Free

Amsterdam, The Netherlands, 26 February, 2025: Reflection at Amsterdam Central Station

It’s been two months since I left my job. I’ve been taking driving lessons and picking up my camera, wandering through the city with no plan—just searching. Finding compositions in reflections on the water, following the light, or maybe even chasing shadows.

Lately, I’ve been looking through the photos I’ve taken over the past three years and asking myself: What do I really want?

I know what I don’t want. I’m not going back to an office job in the corporate world. But what do I want? What story do I want to tell?

And then there’s that voice in the back of my mind, whispering, You need to hurry up. You NEED to work on your art and figure out a way to support yourself financially, or you FAIL! and You need to find out what people WANT to see and fulfill that need!

But do I? Do I really?

All my life, I’ve prioritized the needs of others while my own dreams and aspirations took a backseat. Isn’t that what led me to burn out in the first place?

I need to give myself time—to figure things out, to define what I want to do with my art beyond just improving my skills. And that is both terrifying and difficult.

How do you give yourself space and time when you know that time is limited?