Well today, as I turn 45, I landed myself a freelance, part time, call you when we need you photographer job. I start tomorrow.
I’d say I’m rather pleased. All that work to get my folios together, all the crying, kicking printers, screaming at cats, dogs, spiders, dishes, and unravelling toilet paper was worth it.
When I make enough money (ha ha ha) I am going to treat myself to my T-shirt … the Official Frogtographer one. I want that. I deserve that. I’m going to get it.