Confession: sometimes, as a photographer, picking up my camera for myself feels like a gargantuan task.
If I've been shooting a lot for work, or my head has been crowded with day to day stuff like packed lunches and school runs and the 30,000 loads of washing (seriously, howwwwww???) then moving myself to think creatively about my everyday can feel like A Lot.
Other peoples dirty pants don't necessarily breed creativity, ya feel me? (Although Tracey Emin would probably win the Turner Prize with that.)
But a few weeks ago I realised it was time to just push through and make the damn work. We're in the middle of winter over here in the UK (despite the freak heatwave we just had - RIP earth) so the light is er, interesting, which in a way gave me an excuse not to seek it all the time.
Let's not look for the big moments or the amazing light or the picture perfect stuff, I said to myself, just pick up the damn camera when you can.
I came up with the hashtag #weekofmoments and that's what I shot, every day.
I liked doing it so much, it turned in to two weeks without me even noticing.
Sometimes the light was there, and sometimes it wasn't.
Sometimes my kids were the focus, and sometimes they weren't.
Sometimes I was feeling it, other times I shot 8 frames and put the thing down again.
But for two weeks I concentrated on those every day moments, even making the space to put myself in the frame so my kids remember who I am, and like all stuff that takes a bit of effort, it felt good.
In case you're feeling slumpy, or you just want some ideas of what to look for when the washing bin is overflowing and the winter light is at it's dullest, here's what I shot:
Home from school
Getting out the bath
Sitting on the sofa
Husband working in pj's (admittedly mostly for the light, not because I'm a total perv)
Walking around the city (London and Brighton)
Bits of home life - eg drawing in the kitchen, chatting over the table
Slow Saturday morning
This list is pretty usual for a few weeks in our house.
Shooting my kid as she walked in though the door from school is one of my favourites - it's her "I'm home" face! And the one of my son getting out the bath, face obscured and tiredness still there for all to see feels like him. Like home.
And same goes for my husband and daughter sat on the sofa at 7pm, him on his phone and her on his head. No great light, nothing particularly special happening except that everyday love and family rhythm which HELLO is totally special.
Welcome to my life.
It's pretty damn special, dirty pants and all.