Two days ago I was slinging coffee as a barista in a corporate office.
Cushy gig. Steady income. Predictable.
And in between pouring lattes, I kept catching myself daydreaming about being a full-time photographer.
Today? I’m doing it.
All in. Unapologetically.
But let’s rewind for a second.
I’m not new to the self-employed life. I’ve lived in the creative world for over twenty years and spent nearly a decade building businesses around the things I love.
I’m a Musician. Magician. Photographer. Videographer. Balloon Twister. Producer. Song Writer.
I make home made leather goods. Own a coffee bean brand. I'm a wood worker.
I create things from nothing. Creativity has never been a hobby for me—it’s been a way of life. Somewhere along the road I realized something: the camera lets me combine all of it.
The storytelling.
The performance.
The human connection.
Photography isn’t just pictures.
It’s moments.
It’s people.
It’s the story of someone’s life frozen for a second in time.
So today I stopped waiting.
No more “someday.”
No more “when the time is right.”
Today the DREAM became the JOB.
