…especially when you know it’s the only thing standing between you and what you dream about doing for the rest of your life.
Very rarely will you find me without a camera in my hands. It feels natural to me to carry a camera, to take pictures, to remember things with images instead of memories inside my head.
It’s 1:37am and I’m taking a leap of faith and photographing a family that is somebody that is not a friend or a friend of a friend or family…it’s my first “outsider” and my greatest fear in beginning a beginner is disappointing them. Not that I’m not confident that I can do it, but more so that I want them to love what I’m giving them as much as I love doing it.
I sit at my desk during the day and process medical research protocols and accounts receivable -however, I have found myself daydreaming about how much fun it would be to come into the office and take pictures of everyone for an office scrapbook. It’s a sickness, I know. Right? The other day one of my co-workers, who was about to leave on vacation, brought in his dSLR and was showing it to another co-worker talking about using it to take pictures of the travels he and his wife were about to have hiking across Colorado. I wanted to run in there and grab it from him, mess with its settings, snap pictures – talk shop. It took the stack of protocols in my arms weighing me down to remind me that I had other things to do.
It’s all of these little instances where I start to realize that this is what my calling is.
My husband, seeing me sick with worry tonight about this shoot tomorrow, asked me (via a googletalk message to my phone – my god we’re disconnected…or are we?) “Are you sure you want to get into this line or work? Really?” and I answered with absolute certainty. “Yes.” Without missing a beat.
My last word… “Everyone is scared their first time.”