I am definitely a little things kind of a person and while I don’t always mention it, or draw attention to it, I appreciate the details of life more than anything. I don’t think there is anything too small to become passionate about, appreciate the fuck out of, build excitement over.
Sometimes when talking about directions, the big picture, my boyfriend will tell me I’m forgetting to zoom out. It’s true, I have a lens that defaults to zoomed-in, hyper-focused. My photography, my approach to people, what I notice when I go for a walk – I see life in close-up, it’s beautiful. Slow down, look closer, get excited. You’d be amazed at what incredible things you’ve been breezing past, overlooking.
Excitement
Have you ever felt excitement so strong that it radiates through your body?
Maybe it feels like electricity, a wave, a slow burn, or a burst –
I believe this kind of excitement feels different for everyone, unique beauty.
I can’t pinpoint where exactly my excitement starts, I’m trying.
What I can tell you, though, is that by the time I notice it there are a few things happening.
My fingers turn into wiggly worms that move to the beat of the song in my head, uncontrollably.
My hips might not hear the music, or perhaps they do,
all I know is the excitement finds them wiggling too, standing they roll.
There is this creepy crawling smile that won’t leave my face, plastered – an unforgiving medium.
Equally unforgiving, my stare isn’t worried where it lands if it adds to the experience.
I used to stop wiggling when it was called out, excitement trickling out, fading.
I don’t think people get excited enough – does it radiate through your body?
When it’s called out, I promise to pierce my lip with my teeth before I stop wiggling
on the account of a person without enough excitement, it’s contagious.
I’ll be infectious – breathe it in or mask up and back up, it’s on you.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 