Week Contest 08 | Sharing my best Photo of the Week

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My Best Photo of the Week: A Reminder of Myself

Life has its ups and downs, and honestly, this past week was one of those weeks where everything just felt off. I don’t know if you’ve ever had those moments where you’re physically present, but mentally you’re somewhere else. That’s exactly how I’ve been feeling lately. My mind has been so far away from me, like I’ve been living on autopilot. Nothing really excited me this week, nothing truly felt right.

But even in the middle of all that, something small but meaningful happened I took a picture in my choir uniform, and that photo became my best photo of the week.

Now, to someone else, this picture might look ordinary. Just me, standing there in my choir robe. Nothing special. But to me, this picture carries weight. It’s been a long time since I snapped a photo in my choir uniform. Life got busy, things changed, and honestly, I stopped paying attention to things like that. But this week, something in me said, "Take a picture." And I did. I’m really glad I listened to that small voice.

The funny thing is, the choir itself wasn’t even making me happy this week. Choir rehearsal was not good. In fact, I didn’t have a good time at all. I went there, I showed up, but I felt like a ghost sitting in the middle of the group. My mind and my body were completely disconnected. It was like I was going through the motions, but my heart was somewhere else.

At some point, I caught myself wondering, Do I even like this new choir group? Maybe I don’t. Or maybe I’m just out of sync with myself. I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’ve settled into this new environment, but the truth is, it doesn’t feel the same as my old choir group. There was a time I used to look forward to rehearsals. There was a time when singing with the choir gave me joy, peace, and this deep sense of purpose. I miss that feeling.

But even though I didn’t enjoy the rehearsal, when I got home and looked at the picture I took earlier in my uniform, it reminded me of something important it reminded me of who I am. It reminded me of why I joined the choir in the first place. Not just to sing, but to feel connected, to feel part of something bigger than myself, to spread hope through music.

That photo became my safe place this week. Whenever I felt overwhelmed or when sadness crept in, I would go back to the picture and just stare at it. I know it sounds simple, but that small act helped me breathe. It made me feel like I still had something to hold on to, even if I’m currently struggling to find joy in the choir space.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve changed, or maybe the environment has changed. Maybe I’ve outgrown this particular choir setting. Or maybe life is just hitting me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. I really can’t tell. But I know that this feeling of disconnect is something I need to sit with and figure out, not something I should just brush aside.

Despite everything, I don’t want to give up on the choir. It has always been a big part of me. I just need to reconnect, to find that spark again, to remember why I started singing in the first place. And funny enough, this one photo is helping me keep that memory alive. It’s reminding me that I’m still that person who finds joy in music. I’m still that person who loves to wear the choir robe with pride. I may not be in a good space right now, but I haven’t completely lost myself.

Sometimes we forget the little things that give us strength. We get so busy chasing other things that we forget to slow down and notice what used to make us happy. This week was a gentle reminder for me to slow down. To pay attention. To find joy in small things, like a simple photo.

What I love most about the photo is that it captures me in a raw moment. No filters, no pressure, just me in my choir uniform. And I think that’s what makes it so special. It’s not about perfection. It’s about meaning.

This photo might not make it to Instagram’s explore page, but it made it to my heart. And honestly, that’s more than enough for me.

I’ve realized that sometimes life won’t always feel good, even when you’re doing things you love. Sometimes you’ll feel disconnected, even in familiar places. And that’s okay. What’s important is to keep showing up, to keep holding on, and to find those small anchors that remind you of who you are.

So yes, this is my best photo of the week. Not because it captured a perfect day, but because it reminded me of my purpose. It reminded me that even in moments of confusion, I can still find strength in the simple things.

To anyone reading this, I hope you also have something that pulls you back when life tries to scatter you. It could be a photo, a song, a quiet memory, or even a familiar place. Whatever it is, I hope you hold on to it tightly.

Thank you for reading my story. I’m grateful for the chance to share this moment with you.

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