I was at a concert the other night. Standing at the balcony, I saw people file in with anticipation for the show to come. I was too, till I noticed from my top down angle, I could see right into the photo pit. The place I haven’t been in for quite sometime. I watched as the photographers set up their camera to the lighting conditions of the venue, schmoozing with the lucky few squeezed in the front, the friendly interaction between photographers most likely chatting up their equipment and angles they like for the evening. I began to miss it. Why has it been so long since I’ve worked a room? Then the excuses started to file in my head. “Late nights with work in the morning you’ll be a wreck the next day.” The thing is there’s a million excuses I could come up with to not do something. Instead I gotta look at the million reasons why I should do things. I thought of a good one. “It’s a part of my livelihood!”

I was at a concert the other night. Standing at the balcony, I saw people file in with anticipation for the show to come. I was too, till I noticed from my top down angle, I could see right into the photo pit. The place I haven’t been in for quite sometime. I watched as the photographers set up their camera to the lighting conditions of the venue, schmoozing with the lucky few squeezed in the front, the friendly interaction between photographers most likely chatting up their equipment and angles they like for the evening. I began to miss it. Why has it been so long since I’ve worked a room? Then the excuses started to file in my head. “Late nights with work in the morning you’ll be a wreck the next day.” The thing is there’s a million excuses I could come up with to not do something. Instead I gotta look at the million reasons why I should do things. I thought of a good one. “It’s a part of my livelihood!”

Posted Sep 27, 11