On Thursday, I found out that I had my first cavity. If you know me, you know that it’s sort of a miracle that this hasn’t happened sooner. I drink a regular Coke every day and eat all kinds of sugar. My perfect dental history is over.
Oh, and I resigned from my job.
Like, resigned-resigned. Done. Over. The badge has been turned in. The diploma is in a box in the car. And the craziest part is that I haven’t cried, I haven’t Xanax’d up and haven’t really hyperventilated yet. I’m totally calm. So far. That has to mean something, right? That’s what I’m going to keep telling myself.
In the words of my friend Meghan: “I’m pretty proud of you, friend. What you did takes the perfect amount of balls and crazy.” Amen.
The truth is that I’m equal parts psyched and terrified—in that order. This is what I’ve wanted. This is what I’ve worked for. This is why I’ve spent every penny of photography money investing in capital and why I’ve pretty much worked seven days each week for two years. I’ve done this so when people asked if I have another job, I can proudly say, “I’m a photographer.”
There are a few scary things. Examples include paying my mortgage, finding health insurance, buying groceries (although those scare me no matter what), time management, affording Mucinex. There are some amazingly awesome things, too. For example, I’m blogging at Starbucks at 9:48 am on a Friday. I can dye my hair navy blue (just kidding, mom). I have time to edit, market and enjoy what I’m doing. The Ellen Show. The list goes on.
The fun starts now. Once I publish this, I’m signing up for theknot. I’m running my senior photo contest. I’m lining up real estate photo shoots. I have meetings next week with event vendors. I’m going to load up on Mucinex.
Keep your ears open. And your eyes. I need work. Lots of work. Tell your friends, tell your colleagues. Tell your sister-in-laws. I’m down to shoot weddings, families, maternity, seniors, babies, events, houses, products, head shots… whatever.
Seriously, I have the most amazing friends and family in the world. Everyone has been SO encouraging and awesome. I couldn’t do this without all of you. I less than three you. I will miss all of my friends at Conseco/Washington National. It’s been a blast. There are things that I learned from all of you that I will take with me into my new adventure.
P.S. If everyone who said, “When are you going to quit and do this full-time?” in the last two years could send me $200, that’d be great. You know who you are.