I am exhausted. This isn’t just a case of needing a good night’s sleep, though I do intend to get that tonight. This exhaustion is a symptom of finding something I love and actually doing it.
A week ago I officially got the job working with a bona fide photography company for the summer, and that really kicked my photography-related motivation into hyperdrive. Since Friday I’ve found a company that makes getting a photo site up and running quick and painless (love you, 500px.com), uploaded a decent bit of content, shuffled my domain around (there are still some DNS shenanigans but I have my fingers crossed that the interwebs are on their way to working for me), organized my photography equipment, organized and backed up my photos from the past 2 years, edited a few batches of new photos, and oh yeah, I’ve had three new shoots + 17 hours of editing at the photography job. I think I remembered to breathe in there, somewhere. I know I remembered to dance, but that’s mainly because I have photos from the event.
Here’s the crazy thing about all of this: I am loving every minute of it. Having a camera in my hands, editing the results of having had a camera in my hands, working to show people what I’ve done with a camera in my hands…all of these things sap a lot of time and energy from me, but I am pleasantly exhausted, falling asleep with a feeling of contentment because the ball is rolling and picking up speed.