Last night I noticed that, without planning it, I'd done three shots in a row that prominently featured the color red, and so I've decided that this is Red Week. This is the bed of the rusty pickup truck that I parked behind this morning when I arrived at work.
I find it interesting that I've stayed away from preplanned themes this whole time, I think because:
Too much forethought -- I barely have the mental cycles for my normal life, how could I possibly plan ahead on this project?
Too much constraint -- I initially set out to be spontaneous and in the moment and discovering images; why limit my freedom?
Too trite/latent hipsterism -- Oh, you're doing themes? That sounds so mainstream.
Fear of failure -- I already live with the fear of blowing the whole project if I miss a day, now I can fail at a smaller scale too!
And yet, in spite of this, and maybe because I happened into it unconsciously, I'm finding comfort and purpose here that I feel like I've been lacking since returning from the Disney trip (which, due to the still-massive photo backlog, is another giant psychic weight that I'm juggling). Having even a little bit of a plan means that I'm paying attention differently and coming up with ideas several days out, a little mission that helps make this feel like a game and not an obligation.
This jives with Rule 7.
I like that.