Last night was my first night at my new job. It was a simple, easy wedding. The bride was laid back. Her parents were awesome. They just wanted to dance and drink.
But there's an ugly little voice that's telling me I gave up on my dreams. It's like a little dark cloud on my party, telling me that I've failed. The truth is, Dan and I talked for hours discussing what our life in Nashville would be like. What I really wanted was a flexible job in which I could work really hard 1 or 2 days a week and have plenty of free time with Liam. I also didn't want to have to work on these few, precious days that Dan is home since he'll be touring so much. I wanted to plan events but didn't know where to start or how to get the clientele. I have the camera gear, I have the website, I have the experience, I had the drive. Thus, the dream of being a wedding photographer was born. It just seemed like a good fit.
I went for it as best as I could but this place is a "who you know" type of town and with a toddler at home there isn't a lot of opportunity to get out and rub elbows with... anyone, really. So, I signed a contract for a job that I think I'm going to love. And they're supportive of my photography, too! I've found something I'm good at, that fits my criteria of flexibility. So, my only regret is that I didn't wear heels on my first day. I believe it's an unwritten requirement. I think I need to buy new shoes and buying shoes is one of my favorite things to do so I guess... technically... I have no regrets! I loved it and I can't wait for the next event.