A year ago I happened across an opportunity that filled a hole I didn't know was there. At the time, BF was working a strange combo of graveyard and swing shifts which left me with massive amounts of time on my hands, with little to do to fill it. The weeknights weren't so bad, as I'd come home, eat something, relax, and just...be me. Saturdays, however, sucked major ass. I was left with an entire day with no one to hang out with, nothing to do, and not a whole lot of money to play with, or adventurous spirit to show off.
Thru an attempt at broadening my horizons, and in turn, nurture the shy, timid, tiny portion of my soul that wanted to be adventurous, I got lucky. A local company was looking for people to train to work photography. Criteria of the job? Must love kids, be outgoing, and willing to stand for long hours in hot, hot, hot California sun. It was perfect. Only thing that could of made it more perfect? Traveling. And guess what? I even got to do that! I was stoked. Granted, the hours were long, and I was always exhausted afterwards, but it was that satisfied, 'I worked my ASS OFF for this exhaustion' type of tired. I worked from the end of August thru the middle of October, Saturday and Sunday, and made decent money. Extra pocket change, sun, friends, new experiences, and time with a DSLR.
In March I picked up another session of photography, and even that was fun. Maybe not quite as fun, since the novelty had worn off, but still good times. Now, BF works a normal M-F job, and our weekends are packed with friendly gatherings and time with each other. And its time for another round of photography. I'm finding this round to be...new, and different. I'm considered an experienced photog, so I'm being given more opportunities to take pictures in different environments, responsibilities for newbie photogs, and turns at working on my own. I'm enjoying this new level of opportunity, but at the same time, I'm leery.
I've worked the last fourteen days straight. No breaks, no time off, no real change to recoup and gather the troops. I'm scheduled to work Friday night, and all day Saturday and Sunday this coming weekend. Again...no time off. I like the fast pace, the constant level of activity, but I also miss my weekend snooze. I am finding less time to cook, less time to attend to the daily tasks that need to happen for life to progress forward, and more inclination to collapse on my bed and not move for the next century. All that being said though, I don't think I'm going to walk away from this job, at least not for a while. It's a nice boost in income, it gets me off my ass for long periods of time, I meet and interact with new people, and I gain experience in a field I'd like to someday become professional at.
Still...I'd love to be able to sleep in, cook every day, and write all the time. As they say, we don't always get what we want, but we usually get what we need. *sigh* It does mean though, that dieting isn't really working out so well. Blech.
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