Taking risks is incredibly scary. Sometimes they are so frightening, that they paralyze you into just continuing on with the status quo. But I have never been one to completely accept the status quo.
I moved away from home after college. My mom was angry with me for even considering this. Yes, angry. And honestly, I didn't want to move far, I just wanted something different. I wanted a bigger city. I wanted bright lights and more action. And I so wanted to just be on my own. She just didn't want me to be one of those kids who only sees her family a couple times a year.
So amid her protests, I got a job in another city, packed up my brand new, used Chevrolet Cavalier (yeah, I thought I was cool - heh) and drove to Philadelphia. I had never been to that city, I had no real idea where I was going and whether I would even like this job, but I did it.
Soon after, I ended up settling in Pittsburgh, met an incredible friend who became my roommate for a while and probably changed my life more than I realized. I swear she was a God-send. She was one of those people who you immediately become best friends with. She was the absolute most perfect person to be my first roommate in a new city.
We were so completely alike, yet also so different. She was a bit cooler than me (so I thought). She was a bit cutier than me (so I thought) and she was athletic (of which, at that time, I completely was NOT).
But one gorgeous spring day, as we wrote the bus home from the city, she said "let's go buy you running shoes today, you need to run with me". And we did. And I had never EVER done anything like that before. I did not participate in any sports in school. I was always just a tall, skinny, awkward, muscle-less girl.
From that day on, I continued to run and continued to work out and haven't stopped in 20 years. I seriously believe running and weight lifting did more to improve my poor self confidence than anything else in my life. All thanks to this girl.
A few years later, my roommate had moved back to her hometown and I had another set of roommates who were, unfortunately, different in not a good way. They were mean and snobby and catty and bratty. But one roommate who was an engineer, decided to quit her job and pursue her MBA full time at a local university . And I thought "Wow, that is sort of cool."
And I kept that thought in the back of my head until a few years later. When I did the same exact thing.
I hated my job at the time, and the thought of quitting, going back to school, and starting new was extremely enticing. There were definitely its fair share of risks. I had to take a HUGE amount school loans out. I had NOTHING saved, I lived on my own at the time and I was going to quit for a year with no promise of a new job at the end. And, again, my parents weren't quite sure this was the right thing.
But again, I took the risk, and I seriously don't know how, but I did fairly well and had a job offered to me months before I even graduated.
And then I started my new job, in a tiny town outside of Pittsburgh. It was an OK job, but I enjoyed the people and I did get some great experiences.
And I met my husband there. CRAZY! Three years after I started, on a cold January morning, I walked over to get my morning coffee when I noticed this cute little guy getting a drink of water. Hmmmmm (I thought). And then we talked a bit, and my first thought was "Holy Cow, this guy is perfect for me, if he wasn't so short."
Yeah, I got over the short thing and we are going to be married TEN years next July!!
But back to risks...here I am again. I have started to really get serious about my photography and I think that maybe, just maybe, it could be the absolutely most perfect venture for me.
I LOVE photography (but you probably already knew that). And my thoughts are that I have a fairly good background in business AND marketing which I think is a distinct advantage over many other of our local photographers.
But this risk is almost MORE scary that some of the others I have taken. Because I am completely doing this on my own. I have always wanted to be in business for myself. So this really is a HUGE dream for me.
I feel like I am really putting myself out there and taking a chance. As I have been scheduling the "free" photo sessions (SIX to date), I am still sick with fear over whether I can deliver.
My first session went fairly well.
But yesterday, was my second. And yesterday didn't go so well. And yesterday just confirmed why I need to continue to do FREE sessions for a little while.
I don't know what happened, but I got NOTHING. Well, maybe a couple of keepers...but nothing that I am extremely proud of. I took photos of a mom, dad and the most adorable 1 year old. The little girl was smiley and giggly and had the most gorgeous head of curls.
The weather was bitter cold, but we attempted some outdoor shots in a gorgeous setting. And I seriously could NOT focus in on them. I can't believe I had THAT much trouble, but shot after shot there was nice composition, great expressions, and complete BLUR.
177 shots....maybe 2 keepers......
Luckily, this family is really only looking for one shot to use as a Christmas card. And, hopefully, one will be adequate. But I am SO disappointed in my performance. Honestly, I think there was something else wrong here, something that was making it harder to focus in because I have never had so much trouble before. But I am not sure what that is at this point.
Last night, I tossed and turned and tried like hell not to keep beating myself up, but it was so hard. I honestly feel like such a failure. But I kept reminding myself that if I don't take risks, I can't reap the rewards. And some of the best times of my life were the results of the risks that I have taken. And this venture may turn out to be just that.
I recently read this post on an amazing photographer's site. It was one of those posts that I need to read again and again, to remind myself that these occasional set backs are OK and will probably teach me more than my successes.
And I will keep trudging along....
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