Do you know the feeling of having an unseen guide in your life? I’m not about to start preaching, so don’t worry. Though I am thinking about faith and living my life to my fullest potential.
I was telling my daughter Shanna today that I could no more NOT be a photographer, than I could NOT be a Mom. Where does that come from? Is it a blessing? Is it a responsibility and if so, to who. Or is it whom? Is it an extreme compulsion?
It’s been hard for me to explain, but very easy to understand myself that I have been given a gift. The gift of loving photography. Not only as a form of journaling but as an art form. Raising my children and photography is my art. That is as unchangeable as my hazel eyes. It is the gift I’m leaving this world, for anyone that my want to see it.
Sometimes I begin to doubt myself, the choices I’ve made. I’m a little older than most people who decide to start a business from scratch, or follow a life dream.
Most of my friends are at least thinking about planning their retirement, building their 401Ks, buying their dream homes. They’re living that corporate life – the one I came from. The one I walked away from a few years ago. I know if I had stayed in that life I would be a lot better off financially. Yesterday, I thought of that a lot, and was beginning to wondered if maybe I had made a wrong choice.
I felt static – like I was just turning my wheels – and not going in a forward motion. Forgetting that in my life – a state of static and non-growth is usually followed by a growth spurt.
And then I got an email from Fanie in South Africa. I don’t know how she found my blog, sometimes I can’t even find it! But she did a few weeks ago. She’s a photographer – at the beginning stages of going pro. Same place I was a few years ago. She was contacting me to tell me how much she loved my work. That blew away!!
We’ve emailed back and forth a little, talking photography, looking at each other’s images. She wrote: ” Thank you for your compliments with regard to my images – it means a lot and very inspirational. When reading your mail it’s almost like walking out into the garden on a cold morning and feeling the warm sunlight on your face – you just want to spent more time in that moment soaking up the feeling.”
That’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me! And brought me back to reality FAST. Following a dream, a passion is not an easy choice. For some, it is no choice, like the color of your eyes.
Tomorrow I am having my first Children’s Portrait Party. I am doing mini-portraits with 8 kids from 9 months to 7 years old. I will spend my afternoon taking of pictures of them while they laugh at their own silly jokes, or pretend they’re a cowboy or a princess.
How in the world could I possibly wonder if I’ve made the right choice?
No blog post is complete with out a picture…here’s one of my beautiful family on Mother’s Day!