When I Need a Reminder...

 

Real talk: this biz is hard.  When I started it, I was so pumped for days spent brainstorming elaborate photoshoots, capturing perfect sleeping babies in fields of wild flowers and lavender, and sharing tissues with Aunt Susie in between snapshots of her beautiful niece on her wedding day.

The reality is, most days my only coworker is my ornery french bulldog.  And, while he is the cutest pooch on the block, he's not much for conversation.  I spend a lot of time doing really uninspiring tasks like googling Wyoming sales tax in the off chance someone from Wyoming wants to purchase a print off Pixieset (I mean, not really Wyoming because no one lives there, but you get the gist). 

It can get pretty lonely.

But then...

My inbox pings, and I look and see an email from a sender with a name I recognize as one of my clients.  He writes me to say that he came across the blog post I wrote about his daughter's newborn shoot, and it made him smile.  She's almost one now, and to see her so small brings back all sorts of memories from those first few weeks of new parenthood.

OR...

I spend the day in a NICU volunteering by taking newborn portraits of babies who have not only defied all odds, but also serve as a reminder to us all of how truly miraculous life can be.  

OR...

I get to be a part of one of my absolute favorite kind of work days-a wedding day.  I get to hear the groom tell his best man how excited he is to see his bride, I get to see the father of the bride tear up at his first glimpse of his beautiful little girl all dressed in white, I get to witness two people vow to love one another through whatever may come their way, AND I get to create art out of something already so, so beautiful.  

It's experiences like these that are so inspiring, so grounding, and so human-I can't help but feel eternally honored to be part of such events.  The thought that the memories my clients will hold of this day were documented by me, and will serve as their gateway to this moment forever is something that I find hard to wrap my mind around.  It's something that I don't take lightly, but also something that makes me so proud of what I do.  I may not have the stomach to be a surgeon, and I may not be in a position to enact political change to make this world a better place, but I do think that I have a role in making people's hearts a little happier.  And to me, that's worth the days spent researching Wyoming's tax rate (which is amazingly low, might I add).