Working Hard rather than Hardly Working. . .

. . . and LOVING what I do.

I cannot convey to you how excited I am to be doing what I do now. I was thinking today about when I worked at a cubicle job 4 months ago and was so thankful that was another lifetime ago.

A little over a year ago, I made the decision to leave a well-paid job in Atlanta to go back to a job that I had formerly quite because I was so miserable there. This new job was closer to home but meant a pay decrease but I was okay with that since I would not have to drive back and forth to Atlanta everyday. It was funny because, at my interview to be rehired, my old supervisor asked me if I had heard about the plans to sell the company and assured me that would not affect my job in any way. Ironically enough, it did.

As sad as I am that the company closing left so many people high and dry, it was like an answer to my prayers and a swift kick in my photography career’s butt.

For the past two weeks, I have been steadily working away at an absolutely unique and amazing wedding I photographed on November 7th that reminds me why I love what I do so much. I was squealing right along with the bride when the wedding music started.

This is something I was working on today. Isn’t she lovely? And her eyes, I did not touch them in post processing at ALL. They are naturally that brilliant.

I seriously need help getting my workflow perfected and organized and then I will be able to post on here in a bit more of an organized fashion. Until then, enjoy the bits and pieces I throw your way and let me know what you think. ;)

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Sneak Peakamus Maximus

So. . .last week I ended the week falling into a fireplace, bruising my head by banging my camera getup against my forehead and my feet were eaten alive by fire ants. Just another day in the life of a clutz. I’ll work on elaborating more on the fireplace story later. :D

I have been a busy girl this past week as I have had more photo jobs in this time than I have had in a very long time. And it has been gooooood.

So here are a few sneak peaks.

First up: BellaBee. My amazing talented friend Wendy creates all kinds of domestic goodies in her Etsy shop. Do me a favor, and check her out.Then on Saturday, I had the great privilege and pleasure of photographing an incredibly lovely wedding.

Then the next morning, Spencer and I woke up to photograph a large family that I had not photographed since before Spencer and I had started dating.

 Then my cousin Matthew and his girlfriend Megan were sweet enough to allow me to experiment on them. ;)

So, all in all, it has been a BUSY week and I will have more goodies on here in the near future.

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UGH!!!

The universal sound made collectively by the working class on Monday morning. Especially a Monday morning after a 3 day weekend.

{{SIGH}}

I neglected to let my bloggie neighbors know about something monumental that happened in our life last week. My husband lost his job. Total yuckiness on some levels but not on others. Of course I bawled at first at the shock & stress of it but I’m glad he’s not with that company anymore . . .stupidheads (she says resorting to elementary name-calling).

Making lemonade out of lemons, Spencer was able to be a HUGE help to his parents as they scrambled to move out of their house last week after the closing. Also, gladly, we have been busy around here recently to the point that we could use an extra draftsman. YAY! This allowed us to fully enjoy the District Convention with no stress of the Monday to come of not making any money.

My husband is really the greatest person for me. We are so much alike but compliment each other at the same time. I am so proud of him for throwing this recent burden on Jehovah and not letting it overtake him as he has been known to do.

The beginning pictures were taken in Charleston when Spencer and I were chilling on the grass taking random pictures of schtuff and each other. Ah, good times.

PHBLLLT!!

I find myself asking why life can’t be as easy as you want it to be when I know the answer ever so well. Dang imperfect human nature and that self obsessed maniacal Satan. I’m probably going to regret writing this after it is done because a wonderful woman once gave me a very good reason why we should not complain out loud about what is bothering you…why we should not give it a voice…which may be why I prayed to Jehovah silently on my way to work instead of out loud like I usually do in the car…hmmm. Anyway, my aunt once told me that we should never give voice to our complaints because the person who you are talking to is not the only one who is listening. Huh? You may ask. Satan is listening to us trying to find out our weaknesses. He’s not a mind reader so he has to wait for us to reveal them…and you better believe that he is patient.

The reason I say that I may regret writing this is because I feel the need to express how much I feel like I am floundering. No matter how many brilliant schedules and equally brilliant budgets that I work out to make my life easier and simpler I just can’t seem to stick to them. I have no time for anything it seems. For a while there when I was obsessed with Etsy to the point of distraction I let my house suffer and then I was utterly miserable. Now I am endeavoring to keep my house in order and my Etsy endeavors are suffering and I am miserable. I never get enough sleep because there is so much to do when I get home and I have to wake up so dadblamed early that when weekend rolls around I am usually too exhausted to get out in the ministry. Not that I never go but I don’t go enough and I am usually not prepared which sucks the joy right out of the most fulfilling job out there…reaching out to people with the hope you hold dearly in your heart.

OH to be able to work from home and blast my music and dance if I wanted. To be able to take an afternoon siesta not just nap in my car. OH PHBLLLT!! In case you are wondering, that is the noise of one sticking one’s tongue out. I have been praying to Jehovah of late to offer me a solution to deal with this mess I call a career. I don’t hate my job but I can’t help but wonder why I took it. Oh yeah, desperation to be out of a miserable job…that’s it. Snap decisions don’t suit me. I abandoned my thoughts of going to school for massage therapy for this job. {{wrinkling nose and sticking out bottom lip}} I am constantly thinking of alternate job opportunities that would help me work toward my ultimate goal of working part time OR for myself so that I can pioneer and be with my little man as much as possible. Just this morning I was brainstorming about how could it work out for me to clean offices at night. Service in the morning and come home for a 2-3 hour nap….pick up Liam from school and then play and housework until 11:00 when I would go out to do my offices. Or I could always do some offices earlier in the evening with Liam by my side helping me clean. Heehee like any of that would ever work.

Don't worry mom, I will have pictures of Liam up soon.