A year ago almost, I jumped over the threshold into professional photography. How nervous I was taking money that first time! Sweating now just thinking about it. And, I have to say - LOVE IT! Not the money part, although I am looking forward to, at some point, making a profit. Surely, someone please tell me I'll eventually make money! Just gotta stop buying gear! But, I'm afraid in my case, buying gear is worse than most women's problem with buying shoes. Although....today I got a new pair of shoes that are OFF THE CHAIN! (Yay! Been wanting to use that phrase in a sentence for forever!)
But, so now, God has decided to bless me in yet another way. Add it to the blessings of my beautiful daughters, Morgan and Bradyn, my hot hubby - who is 6'4"tall - tall enough for me to wear heels, and my sweet little Peanut, Anna. He has blessed my biz. In a huge way. Like, I'm booked. So booked in fact, that the sessions are coming in faster than I can process them. Woo hoo! It is SO fun! But, now, I find myself even more "frustrationed", as Charlie puts it.
Frustrationed, that it is 12:55 a.m. and I'm just now getting to blog. Because I hate making my clients wait for their photos. That I hardly ever spend any time just goofing off. That I don't have more alone time with the afore mentioned hot hubby. My hot hubby, who comes up to my office every so often to ask me if I wanna see his dance moves. To which, I nearly always reply, "Heck yeah!" Then, he breaks it down, I smile at him ever-so-sweetly, and then he runs off to find and torture Bradyn with his favorite song. "BRAH-deen, MAL-won, BRAH-deen, MAL-won." For those of you scratching your head right now, which I'm sure is ALL of you except my immediate peeps, that comes from a waitress at a Mexican restaurant who miss-pronounced Bradyn's name one time. Sweet Little Brady-Lady will hear that song until she dies, or Dancin' Jimmy does, or I take them both out.
I LOVE being with clients. Today, I got to shoot a pregnant couple. Well, she was pregnant. Not so much, the dude. They were so incredibly cute! They took me out to where he proposed. So incredibly sweet! And, she said it was his idea for the session! Wow, that girl's got her a keeper! Anyway, I love holding those sweet babies! I love playing with little ones, high-five-ing, and when all else fails I break into Little Mermaid, "Look at this stuff! Isn't it neat? Wouldn't you said my collection's complete? Wouldn't you say I'm the girl - the girl who has - everything! Look at this drove..." Ugh. Okay, I'll stop. Once I start, it's so hard not to keep going all the way through, "Part of your world!!!!!!!!"
I will admit, however, that although I LOVE MY JOB, I am feeling the job part of it, the more I get into it. And, the busier I get. I think maybe it could be that I still feel not-so-good at it. Like a poser. Ha! Get it? Poser! I pose people. But, I also feel like I'm posing as someone who knows sumpin'.
I'm thinking a time-management intervention may be in order. Or, maybe if everyone who is reading this could stop - say a prayer - that God would recreate me right this minute into one of those %*&^@$ morning people! Sorry. I won't go down that road again right now, promise. I just seem to be constantly running. Constantly. In fact, right now as I sit here, it dawns on me that there are wet things in my washer I need to dry. And, I know very well that I cannot let them sit there until morning. Just can't do it.
So, add it to the daggum list. That list that begins with my priority time with God, then the weight, exercise, and now time management. That list that seems impossible. Like, will I ever achieve success in any 0f these areas? Guess I'll just have to be content in the fact that I am good at building stuff. Oh, and organizing. Oh, and according to my 15 year old, doing the Cameron Diaz "butt thing." So, there! Now for some 1 a.m. laundry!