I needed a new headshot.Not because I suddenly developed a burning desire to stand in front of a camera.
Quite the opposite. Photoshoots are not my thing.
I’m much more of a backup-singer-kinda-chick. Put me just slightly to the side of the spotlight and I’m good.
The limelight? Not exactly my happy place. Which is mildly ironic, considering I lead a community of 200+ people. I know. I call myself ‘The Reluctant Leader.’
I created a group that apparently needs to be led, so… shoulder shrug. Anyway.
I scheduled a photoshoot with Courtney Krankall, an amazing photographer who also happens to be a member of Tribe TLC Wellness Networking Group.
And because I have done this before, I already knew how I felt about it.
Uggggh.
In fact, just before the photoshoot, I was at one of our TLC gatherings chatting with another member. She said, “Have fun at your photoshoot!”
And I mumbled…“Uggggh.”
She laughed. And then she said something that stopped me.
“Make it fun.”
Hmmmmm.
What if I did? That tiny little comment got under my skin—in a good way. Because suddenly I realized that my ugh wasn’t just about having my picture taken.
It was about the story I had already created around the experience.
In previous photoshoots, I would put on makeup I never wear—which would inevitably make my skin irritated and itchy. I’d worry about my hair and put product in it—which I never do. I’d agonize over what to wear, trying to find something that looked “professional” instead of something that actually looked like me.
And somewhere along the way, I realized I had been doing something much bigger than trying to take a good photograph.
I had been making myself smaller.
Trying not to be too much.
Trying to look “right.”
Trying to fit into some imagined version of what a professional woman was supposed to look like.
Trying to be seen…
…but not too much.
And there it was.
The Holy Shift.
What if I stopped trying to be the version of me I thought I should be…
…and simply brought ALL of me?
So this time, I turned up the Fun Factor.
I left the Ugh behind.
And I walked into that photoshoot with my playful spirit, my curiosity, my personality—and a willingness to take up some space.
I laughed.
I played.
I moved.
I showed up as myself.
And guess what?
It was FUN.
And the photos?
Well…
They kind of speak for themselves.
But here’s what really matters to me:
I now have a photograph that will always remind me of this particular Holy Shift.
Not because it’s the “perfect” headshot.
But because when I look at it, I see someone who didn’t shrink.
Someone who didn’t try to be less.
Someone who brought her whole self into the room.
And that got me thinking…
Where else am I bringing the Ugh before I even begin?
What if the thing you’re dreading doesn’t actually need to change?
What if your relationship to it does?
What if instead of asking, “How do I get through this?”
you asked…
“How can I make this fun?”
Maybe it’s a photoshoot.
Maybe it’s networking.
Maybe it’s making a difficult phone call.
Maybe it’s launching the thing you’ve been talking yourself out of.
Maybe it’s walking into a room where you’re not sure you belong.
Maybe it’s simply being more visible.
The shift doesn’t always have to be huge.
Sometimes it’s one little thought.
One tiny reframe.
One decision to leave the Ugh behind.
And sometimes that tiny shift changes everything.
For me, it changed a photoshoot.
And maybe, just maybe, it changed the way I see myself in the spotlight, too.
Backup singer and all.