Being me . . . again

Well, it's been a bit since my last entry.

I have debated allowing this blog to kind of fall into the archives since my trip is long over, but I have actually gotten a few requests to keep writing so . . . okay! (You don't have to ask me twice).

So the blog will slowly transform into a generic virtual journal about "Being" and should I take another travel venture in the near future here is where you'll hear about that too. (Although I don't forsee it happening anytime soon).

Since being back I am adjusting to a truncated work schedule (my day job) and dove head first into getting my wedding video business up & swinging. A website is almost ready to launch and my new demo reel is finally ready. I have my first non-friend of a friend inquiries and am simply crossing my fingers that they "pick me" out of all the other hoidy-toidy established professionals out there, but I constantly remind myself that I can only do my best, be myself and allow my product to stand on it's own two feet to get them convinced enough to sign me on.

There have been a few sleepless nights, and I find it occurs mostly if I allow myself to work into the wee hours. You'd think it would tire me out enough to crash, but instead there I lay awake with thoughts about tweaking this, or how great that looked, or thinking about the daunting tasks ahead. I need to wind down much sooner I suppose, but I am figuring all of it out as I go.

Today I made the mistake of sharing my demo with my landlady who has been begging me to show her what I have been up to at odd hours behind closed doors. As an amateur photographer I thought she'd appreciate the style and shots but instead she kept telling me I was "up too close there" or that "I chopped off the top of her head" in the close up shots. I didn't bother to wave my BA in Film production in her face and educate her on the rule of minimal headroom or the three fourths rule. She didn't "get" my stylistic angles, and then she pointed out the mistakes that I obsess over but convince myself it's only me that notices it. I felt slightly embarassed and more-so annoyed, and then had to laugh at myself for taking her so seriously.

I have a lot to learn about dealing with critical clientele. I know this. I am used to being the critical one for other's services. It's a strange role reversal for me, and I have a feeling a good growing experience.

Fortunately though, good Old Mrs. Irvin has been married so long, she'll never need my services.

And she was still quite impressed at the "motion menu" feature on my DVD reel.

It's the little things.

Oh and if you hear of anyone who needs someone cool to shoot their wedding video . . .