DAY 2
Ah, Monday. The to do list on Mondays is always REALLY long. I don't greet Mondays the way I used to when I worked for other people, I don't have the blues or feel depressed. I feel ready. I feel awake. Except this morning, I was oddly tired, but it was my own fault. Actually I blame Dan Brown. I stayed up way too late reading "The Lost Symbol" by said author ... ok you could say this is a thriller. Just a few pages in, I was so on edge and had to run around the house re-locking all the doors.. I am stressing over this book while Sarah is already snoring and blissfully sleeping on my stomach (her head makes an awesome book stand haha -- shhhh don't tell her -- and on the the same note I guess my stomach makes a great pillow -- still working on that six pack haha)... anyways, I was so alert that I heard a remote noise in the house. We live in a twin, so sometimes we hear the neighbors rustling about and getting settled for the night. But it sounded like it came from our back door. I cannot stand that door. It's old. It creeks. And sometimes I forget to lock it. (Friends, please don't break into my house.) Like the one night when we had a mad wind storm and the thing blew open and I made Sarah come home from the bar to walk around the house with my old field hockey stick looking for intruders in all the dark corners. Yeah, that door is my nemesis. So, what was I saying? Oh yeah, as a result of reading this amazing thriller, I had to run around the house in the dark relocking all the doors, and then meditate my heart back to a normal rate. I think I was sweating. I mean it is summer, but still. This book is a workout and kept me up way too late. Anyways, Mondays. Yes. Mondays are all about setting the work week into motion. For me, this means setting priorities and knocking stuff off the list -- like what kind of DVD and/or USB packaging do I want to provide to my clients moving forward? There are so many choices. And I received so many quotes that my head started spinning. But that's a good kind of spinning. I am so lucky to be a photographer, and I fully appreciate that fact. I might be the most grateful photographer you will ever meet haha. No really. Lots of amazing people made all these beautiful memories, and I am lucky enough to be there to photograph it happening. If someone asked me "If you weren't a photographer what you rather be?" I would probably say "A photographer."
I literally well up with tears when I photograph a bride showing her gown to her family. When she walks down the aisle. When her crazy friends dance the night away and end up under the table with their shoes off in deep conversation, drink in hand. Anyway, the point is that I LOVE my job. FINALLY. It's been a long time coming. Strangely enough, Sarah loves her job too! We are weird right? I think we are fortunate. I went to bed telling her how lucky we are - not just to find each other in the crazy world we live in, but that we are each able to follow our calling. Sarah is a third generation carpenter working for the union, the United 'Brotherhood' of Carpenters Local 122. She is the most talented crafts person and mechanical genius I have ever met. I mean, my Dad is pretty brilliant, and Sarah's talents remind me of his. It's amazing to watch someone do what they were born to do. We joke because I am horrible at math, and she's amazing at it. She gets geometry and fractions... and I am like "I do that intuitively without all the numbers" haha. All joking aside. I love to see her work. I might post some older pictures to show you some of her recent work. It's beautiful. And crafted with intention. Everything she does, she "thinks" about and puts her heart into. We met through my younger sister Rebecca, whom we affectionately call 'Reba,' when they were at the University of the Arts together. Hard to explain instant chemistry, especially when it takes you by surprise. Will tell our story later, but I was talking about our working styles to a friend and former coworker once and it made me realize we are kind of two type A personalities. We worry about the details. But only when it matters. I mean, I don't really care about my hair today. Like I washed it, but it's kinky wavy and I am like "that's good enough." I stress about picking the perfect USB drive, but other stuff, who cares. And I want to always make sure my clients are provided for. I appreciate them so much. And, so that was part of my day. It was Monday. And we worked. Overall, with happy hearts. Sarah came home up to her ears in dirt, and I fretted over logo design and other things. We stopped at 5 and shopped for food to provide to family and friends. Going to Shop Rite always makes us emotional. It's where we meet at the juncture of "i am stressed and everything is going to be ok.."
We made a deal - if I take all the groceries in and put them away, Sarah would give Maggie her evening walk. But then, of course, our pup decided all she wanted to be was home. In the end, Maggie was crazy hungry and is feeling much better. Gato ventured from the futon to the dining room. She planted herself next to me at dinner, I am pretty sure, just to get a rise out of Maggie haha. We stress during the day because we care. But when we come home, and end our day, it's all about love. Tonight, we ended the day with a dinner of simple appreciation for everything that is going right. Pierogi. Asparagus. And gratitude. I mean, what more do you need?
I literally well up with tears when I photograph a bride showing her gown to her family. When she walks down the aisle. When her crazy friends dance the night away and end up under the table with their shoes off in deep conversation, drink in hand. Anyway, the point is that I LOVE my job. FINALLY. It's been a long time coming. Strangely enough, Sarah loves her job too! We are weird right? I think we are fortunate. I went to bed telling her how lucky we are - not just to find each other in the crazy world we live in, but that we are each able to follow our calling. Sarah is a third generation carpenter working for the union, the United 'Brotherhood' of Carpenters Local 122. She is the most talented crafts person and mechanical genius I have ever met. I mean, my Dad is pretty brilliant, and Sarah's talents remind me of his. It's amazing to watch someone do what they were born to do. We joke because I am horrible at math, and she's amazing at it. She gets geometry and fractions... and I am like "I do that intuitively without all the numbers" haha. All joking aside. I love to see her work. I might post some older pictures to show you some of her recent work. It's beautiful. And crafted with intention. Everything she does, she "thinks" about and puts her heart into. We met through my younger sister Rebecca, whom we affectionately call 'Reba,' when they were at the University of the Arts together. Hard to explain instant chemistry, especially when it takes you by surprise. Will tell our story later, but I was talking about our working styles to a friend and former coworker once and it made me realize we are kind of two type A personalities. We worry about the details. But only when it matters. I mean, I don't really care about my hair today. Like I washed it, but it's kinky wavy and I am like "that's good enough." I stress about picking the perfect USB drive, but other stuff, who cares. And I want to always make sure my clients are provided for. I appreciate them so much. And, so that was part of my day. It was Monday. And we worked. Overall, with happy hearts. Sarah came home up to her ears in dirt, and I fretted over logo design and other things. We stopped at 5 and shopped for food to provide to family and friends. Going to Shop Rite always makes us emotional. It's where we meet at the juncture of "i am stressed and everything is going to be ok.."
We made a deal - if I take all the groceries in and put them away, Sarah would give Maggie her evening walk. But then, of course, our pup decided all she wanted to be was home. In the end, Maggie was crazy hungry and is feeling much better. Gato ventured from the futon to the dining room. She planted herself next to me at dinner, I am pretty sure, just to get a rise out of Maggie haha. We stress during the day because we care. But when we come home, and end our day, it's all about love. Tonight, we ended the day with a dinner of simple appreciation for everything that is going right. Pierogi. Asparagus. And gratitude. I mean, what more do you need?
No comments:
Post a Comment