Why Bailey Lane?


Why “Bailey Lane” Photography? Good question! Let me just tell you…I should’ve explained a few months ago, but I was waiting to get these two pictures. I pulled over and snapped them using my Instagram app and here we go..

I lived on Bailey Lane my senior year of college at UT Austin. When we moved in, I immediately thought it was the cutest street name ever. I lived there with these three beauties:

Life on Bailey Lane had its ups and downs for me at least. Engaged to be married, VERY emotional, trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, taking 18 hours in the fall. My poor roomies had to deal with me all year and I love them dearly for it. Three of those 18 hours were for a photojournalism class with tons of assignments and a crazy strict professor. I’m thankful she pushed us so hard because I learned a lot about shooting in manual mode and interacting with and photographing strangers. It took a while to get the hang of it and I dreaded those assignments, because now I know photojournalism is not my thing. But one week we did portraits and I fell in love!! I found my niche and started dreaming about being a photographer. If you know me well, you know I’m not much of a dreamer. I feared telling people what I really wanted to do because I feared it would never actually happen and that I’d never be good enough. I told a few people anyway and in a way they unknowingly held me accountable to my calling.

Fast forward 1 year..a graduation, a¬†wedding, a new job, getting let go from that job, a small business workshop, and lots of time to think about what I really wanted to do with my life. I didn’t want to spend one more day living in fear and not pursuing what I love. I started brainstorming what I wanted my business to be like and what I wanted to name it. I lingered and stalled on this step, because once I named the thing it would be hard to back out (how awful, I know). Tom and I were driving up to Fort Worth one day to visit his sister and I told him a few of the names I was wrestling with. Bailey Lane was always in the back of my mind, but I wasn’t sure. So I didn’t share it with him, and I’m glad I didn’t because after about thirty minutes of brainstorming, he says “What about Bailey Lane?”

HA! So we named her Bailey Lane then and there. I like the name because it sounds lighthearted and fun, not too childish, but not grown-up either. It’s gender and age neutral and best of all, it’s not arbitrary. The year I lived on Bailey Lane was a hard one. I learned a lot about myself and about the way my Savior really loves me. There were moments of hopelessness, fear and frustration, and I know now that God allowed me to walk through that dark season so that he could show me that His love for me is not determined by my behavior or even my love for Him. He chose me, I am His, and He is never letting go. And that made me want to love Him all the more. Every time I say Bailey Lane, I think of these things and how sweet it is that during all of that, I found something, a calling if you will, worth fighting for.

His plans are perfect, indeed.


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