Sitting in my hotel room tonight. Tired, achy, but well fed and my mind is going over and over all the things that I should do, ought to do, might do and want to do.
Elise and I came up here to photograph a wedding for a friend and fellow photographer. We have known him for 2-3 years, and he asked her to photograph his personal wedding. I am along as a backup/second shooter for Elise.
I still enjoy photography. I have had a good day just walking, scouting locations, shooting whatever moves me. That said, my body is talking to me about how it hurts to carry all the equipment, bend, squat, and keep moving. I need to be working out again, just to keep my neck and shoulders stable. This has been an ongoing problem for over 2 years now: chronic pain in my neck and back and shoulder blade area. my left arm is spasming, and some days I can't seem to get moving.
Life with a purpose. I heard a man describe his life in those words after retiring from work at 58, traveling around the country for 5 years, and then going back to work. He didn't need to work, but he did need a life with purpose. I don't need to work. I can live just fine without running a portrait studio. I am helping out at the lab in their marketing team, and it is fun, but not my 'purpose'. I have started water color painting, and it is enjoyable, but it is too early to know if it will help create sense of purpose. I am learning about blogging, and many people find a sense of purpose in it--I don't know where that fits. I am concerned that I am a single dimensional person--that I have defined myself for too long as a photographer, and that no other label fits or is satifying to me. Much to think about.
