It's not just me and others can take their part, but the breakdown in communications at work led to a big conflict contract important stuff that makes it hard to breath-meeting tomorrow. I can't wait to sort things out, but it hurts so bad I want to puke. Anxiety. The real kind.
It was a good new years eve. And when it's good I forget to take pictures. Now I'm cold, dark and filled with anxiety again. Back to normal? I hope not.
It is also an experiment in photographic expression, something I don't really master (yet).
And it is a shared adventure.
My friend Ulrika will be posting her self portraits during the same 365 days, and our discussions about the experience is also part of what I hope to get out of this.