A PORTRAIT MADE ME START

I did something for the first time today.

I re-read all the content I've been writing over the past few months.

So you can understand the feeling better: all the articles I've published so far are usually written and posted without giving them too much thought. Don't get me wrong — I think carefully about what I want to share and how I want to say it, but once I have the idea, I try not to overthink it. That way, I avoid falling into the trap of constant editing and procrastination.

Once something is posted, I don't go back and read it again. I've made peace with trusting my first attempt. If I once thought it was good enough, then that should be enough for me later too — right?

This isn't something I can apply to every area of my life, but when it comes to creating and expressing ideas, I've reached a point where I feel that determination and consistency are more valuable than chasing perfection.

And thinking about doing something for the first time brings me back to how this whole path began.

I was fifteen when I first felt interested in photography and picked up a camera — at first to take pictures of others, but inevitably to photograph myself in my most bored moments. It started as something fun; I could interpret different personalities, get ready, look different for a moment, and capture it to remember later. I didn’t know much about technique or composition until I took lessons and got better. But I knew how I felt in front of the lens. There was something comforting about it — like I had found a space where I could just be.

I started experimenting, playing both roles: photographer and model. It wasn’t about vanity; it was about expression — capturing moods, stories, versions of myself. Looking back now, I realize that was the very beginning of this whole path. Not just towards photography, but towards creating.