Aren’t the best jobs the ones you end a long productive day with, so exhausted that the sheets feel deliciously cool to the touch, so slippery and soft, and your mattress, so unbelievably cloud-like that you just thank god for a great profession that just wears you to the bone with satisfaction?
Whew. Guys. I hit the lottery with my job. How lucky am I? I am constantly pinching myself.
Crawling around on the floor for a shoot, on hands and knees, sweating – oh my goodness, the amount of sweat!… It isnt always pretty but the results usually are, if-I-do-say-so-myself ;). Some days I’m chasing down props at some cockamamie studio sale in Denver, wrestling other photographers for newborn hats and props.. and other days, I’m scoping out the perfect setting sunlight for my next family session. And yet others, I am spending quiet time clicking my shutter away at brand new PEOPLE – little newborn babies, only hours old and completely new and fresh to this world.
I love my work because I can put as much or as little as I want into it. And most days, it’s MUCH. Because it really keeps me energized – I hate to sound corny, but I actually love my job. Some days I have a well of strength and can run for hours, shoot for hours, edit for hours, write for hours. Other days are for record keeping and a nap. I have learned the hard way I am not meant for being a pupil or having a supervisor. I do best when running my own ship! And I am so, so appreciative that I can do that, and I have an audience of viewers who believe in me and enjoy my talents.
I’ll end this post with an inspiring graphic I came across recently. How cool is this? Makes you think about what it is you’re doing, how it is you might want to change and tweek it, and what it is that really drives you.
