Happiness is!

Such a funny thing. When I started my photo journey, my son was in elementary school and I was shooting his sports. It grew into team photos, prom photos, etc and I was happy. The more I learned, the more diverse my world of photography grew. What my world was at the time was babies and kids. I have several kids (3 living, one has passed away)…I have three grandkids…I’ve had foster kids (and still think of them every single day) and almost ALL of my friends have kids. I even home schooled my kids. My world? WAS. KIDS.

I opened the studio knowing I’d be shooting newborns and babies and kids. This? I do. I’ve done so many littles and I still love seeing their families post on social media and I get to see those squishy newborns blossom into little people. I love it. (Not that they AREN’T people…not what I meant….don’t get all semanticsy with me now)…

However; now? I love shooting WOMEN. I really do. I love talking people through their shoots. I love seeing them feel BEAUTIFUL. I absolutely am beyond in love with showing a gorgeous woman who WE see when we look at her. It’s become my absolute love.

When I sit back and look at my business, it’s hilarious to me (in a good way) how a folio box that will contain memories of a gorgeous woman is as exciting to me now as a newborn prop was then.

Growing. I guess we all do it, huh?

So watch this. It’s a video that actually shows more what I do now, the hair, the makeup, the glamour…and includes the kids…and previews the babies. GAH. I love my job.

 

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Learning curves and hold my beer!

Does it ever stop curving? Yeah, I don’t think so. Not for me! It switches direction. It’s a learning “S” curve, so to speak. Last blog post, it was curving to the left…learn this lesson. People want to be heard. People COME to you to be heard! Hear them…listen to them…mentor them…help them…show them…do you in the best way that you can it all will be GOOD!!!!! Right? I mean, that was what I said, RIGHT!?

So I did. I was full of confidence…that curve to the left? It was MINE. So then the universe smiled. It chuckled. As I went on that curve to the left OWNING my left hand curve, the universe snickered and said “watch this. hold my beer.” and started drawing the curve to the right. Yeah. It did.

It threw in resistance, which is always fun, and not something I’m particularly good at dealing with. It threw in the nay-sayers. They came in the form of jealousy and snide remarks. Everyone loves YOU. YOU’RE the favorite. Sure, everything goes perfectly for YOU….

I stopped. I froze. Was this bad? Is it bad to be liked? Is it bad to be good or successful or helpful? That curve to the left….was it WRONG? Because the immediate curve to the right is undoing my left! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?!?!?!?!?

Then, my aunt passed away. This meant, in order to go to her funeral, I had to take a 5 1/2 hour car ride to her….and a 5 1/2 car ride home. Alone. In one day. ELEVEN HOURS ALONE IN A CAR, only broken up by going to a funeral and spending time with family. It meant leaving at 7am…getting home the following 2:30am. Long day. Lots of thinking time.

I thought, reflected, pondered, felt sorry for myself, pitied myself and got over it. I’m owning the curve to the right. Those mean things? They aren’t mean. I need to OWN them. I do have a lot of friends, I am giving, I’m going to be loved and love it. I decided in those hours to embrace the truth and let the others keep their feelings on it. Those aren’t for me. Those are for them.

SO, right hand curve? I GOT YOU! You hold MY beer! I will keep moving forward, without you in my brain. i know there will be a left hand curve that will probably go over a hill, but it’s okay. I recently heard Sue Bryce say, “You’re only as successful as the pain you’re willing to endure.” Right hand curve was painful, but only because I let it be. My eye is on success, so bring on some pain, some curves, some hills and…well, as I mentioned, we all have a beer during this, so it’s not ALL BAD, right????14291723_691932814293944_1445617698067253385_n