I bought a camera last week. (you might have heard me complain on facebook when my computer ate the manual. Which is still stuck inside my computer.)
I've wanted one since I first heard of them about six months ago. I did my research, dreamed of owning one, and waited patiently.
A couple of times over the last month, Steve and I have talked about buying it.
"Just go", he says, "you know you'll get the use out of it."
And he's right, photos and scrapbooking go hand in hand, and I've been picking up my Fuji a lot more in recent months, after years of loyalty to my iPhone.
But I'm scared of it.
It feels different.
And without a manual in my hands, I can't even get a live screen.
It cost so much, I don't want to break it.
So after a week, it still sits, waiting, on top of my computer.
I feel sad for it. And cranky with myself.
What if it gets broken? By the kids? By me?
Isn't that why I chose BRAVE this year?
To defeat the excuses?
I think I'm going to head to the park today to play.