17/04/2025
Me, every few months, at around 11pm:
“Now feels like a great time to spend a few hours re-editing half a gallery that was delivered nearly a year ago, choosing the perfect images for a carousel and then the order in which to place them, oh and let’s not forget questioning all my life choices, before then realising it’s 1.30am and deciding it’s too late to post.”
Perfectionism: because why stress over one thing when you can stress over ALL THE THINGS? 🫠
It doesn’t matter if I’m editing a session, writing a caption (the 2 or 3 times a year that happens), or choosing between two nearly identical photos, my brain’s all, “Yeah nah, not quite right yet gf, keep tweaking. More…more….MORE. Ok now too much, go back 5 steps…”
The dumb part? A lot of the things I obsess over (well, probably all of them tbh)— the slight colour tweaks, the exact crop of an image, the order of photos in a carousel, editing out the stray hairs the wind has swept across a client’s face in 20 photos… these are things my clients probably wouldn’t even notice. And I know that. I really do (it legit makes me even MORE annoyed at myself).
And yet... here I am, still doing it 🙃
Trying to unlearn the habit, one overdue post (and one very over-tweaked gallery) at a time.
Fellow togs: how do you know when to stop tweaking and just hit send? Help a sister out 🙏🏼
Side note: This stunner of a session took place in Georgia and Billy’s yard (imagine having all that autumny goodness on your doorstep?! 🍁) - those golden leaves, that soft autumn light, and one very charismatic toddler named Florence who had absolutely no interest in letting the bump (aka soon to be little bro Banjo) have top billing 😂