So I got pretty stoned tonight and when I went to lay down, I had left my camera bag with all my gear laid out on my bed. So I'm putting all my shit away, admiring some of it and as I'm doing that I'm thinking to myself.

This whole thing started as one of those ADHD fueled hyper interest hobbies that I was dumping money into, and I kind of had the idea in the back of my head that I'd never be really good at it beyond having the gear and learning some basics. Like maybe when you bought your first guitar, eventually the interest fades, and you either sold your gear or only kept the basics etc. Some form of imposter syndrome.

But then I thought to myself that I'm thinking about it all the time, I talk more about the feeling instead of the gear to people, find myself really getting into framing and angles even when I'm taking a throwaway on my phone, really appreciating pics anons post here, etc. I'm not even posting my work on social media or promoting it or showing people or anything of that sort most of the time. I'm taking pictures because I actually like taking pictures... Bros, is this what having a passion feels like?