At 5:30 am I want to hit the snooze button. I get up and everyday it’s the same-hair, make-up, and action.
At what point do I begin to feel like I am doing the right thing. All my life growing up I had everything figured out. I am good at finding information and working hard. I wanted to go to college, but my parents couldn’t afford to send me, so I got three jobs. I wanted a house and needed to pay my school tuition, so I got an extra job along with my regular full time job all while going to school full time. Doing those things sounded so easy and felt so hard, but in the end, they were all worth it. Now, it seems like I can’t figure out what I love- photography.
I begin to doubt myself and wonder well maybe it’s just not for me. I’ll just get a 9 to 5 and move up in some world. I am good at a lot of things. I am organized, disciplined, motivated, and I am really good at telling people what to do, but a 9 to 5 is not for me. I am happy behind my camera, eating at my desk, playing my music really loud, and eating wedding cake.