It’s so great to make money doing something I love – photography is more than a hobby that way, it’s a business (and I try to treat it as such). Every time I make a commission off a piece of work or earn some money from my services, I get super happy. But do you know what makes me even happier?
Doing the work for free.
I have to make some money somehow, yes. So I charge for my photography whenever I can or feel that I should. But it’s so great to step back and do some “pro bono” photography, to borrow some Latin from the lawyers.
I had the giant pleasure of photographing my church’s Easter festivities this past Sunday, and I did it all for free! This may sound like I’m bragging about my “generosity” – and in a way, I am bragging… I mean come on – I was there for hours just because! But more so than bragging rights, I got out of that day a sense of how happy photography can make people. I got to do portraits of families and capture the amazing essence of that day in our church, and it was so great to see how happy it made people to know that those memories were being recorded somehow.
We have this wall in our church where I put up a bunch of old church photos I found, and every single week someone notices something new in those photos. They see someone they haven’t seen in years or a loved one passed away. They recognize new parts of the church that weren’t even thought of let alone built 100 years ago (our church has been around a long time..)
What I’m trying to say is that it’s so great to be able to do something for other people not worrying about them not liking it because they’re paying you for it; it’s great to just see the joy they get out of the photos and the process
Music has so much power on our brains – the science behind why teachers play music in the classroom is very compelling. Music activates parts of our brain that help us to understand things easier and better in the long-term. It also helps to activate the brain’s “focus zone” and push us to get more done in a shorter time without realizing it. Have you ever been cleaning the house or working in the yard with the music blaring and suddenly an hour’s gone by and you’ve made some real progress on your tasks? Part of that is because the music activates your brain which pushes you to work harder.
It is for these reasons that I have created a musical playlist I use when I edit my photos! I have 22 songs – so about an hour’s worth of music – that I will play in increments. I hit “shuffle” and play 5 songs at a time before I take a short break. This makes sure that I’m not sitting at my desk for more than 15 minutes at a time or staring at a screen for too long and straining my eyes. During my breaks, I’ll get up and stretch, take a lap around my apartment, and pick up little things that are out of place. This way, I feel like I’m still doing something productive, my mind isn’t foggy with stuff lying around everywhere, and I’m getting in more movement during the day!
If you want to listen to my editing playlist on Spotify, click here. Let me know what you think of my song selections in the comments!
So I have to try to make National Burrito Day into an “artsy” post style for this to work. I’m gonna give it the old college-try.
My life is like a burrito… No, too simple.
People say… No, too cliche.
Burritos are like the bane of my existence… Yea, let’s run with that. Burritos have ruined my life. They’re too easily accessible. I can walk five minutes down the road from my job and get a burrito. It’s amazing but also extremely dangerous. How am I supposed to control myself – stop myself from taking that trip every day?
Burritos make me feel like I can do anything. I start eating a burrito, and I’m like “God really knew what He was doing, huh? He created burritos, and He created me. So I must be as amazing as burritos!” This feeling of invincibility could get me into a lot of trouble! What if I run out into the middle of the road and get hit by a Mexican food truck (I had to bring irony into this blog post somehow)?
To be honest with you all, I freaking love burritos. But they don’t love me.