My “Other” Job
For most of you that read this, you know me as a respiratory therapist.
I became an RT because of my lifelong disease (asthma). It’s kind of funny how there are so many of us who are asthmatics or have some sort of pulmonary disease. It’s just one of those things that I grew up with, the disease, sickness, a hospital stay or two over the years and the need for my own RT at times.
After high school I was working at the State Health Department and met a wonderful person who also just happened to be the director for the American Lung Association in our state. She kind of pushed me into the field with promises of hiring me to work alongside her after graduation.
. . .but during college I discovered babies.
Not in the sense of having babies, but caring for these super premature teeny tiny little beings.
. . .and I never looked back.
until now
. . . . I’ve made another discovery.
My love for photography.
It’s not really such a new thing for me. I’ve always loved taking photos. My poor children have had a camera stuck in their faces for most of their lives.
The “new” part is that I’ve now turned it into a business.
. . .and for right now it seems to be taking over my life.
That isn’t a bad thing. I’m loving every minute of it actually. So much in fact that I’m hoping to be able to cut my hours back at the hospital and hopefully switch my nights around so that I can free up my Saturdays to possibly start photographing weddings.
. . .as soon as I get over that fear. I’m actually scared to death to even attempt weddings at this point.
A lot of my problem is that I’ve never thought my photos were all that great. I know My Christopher and other family members have always liked the ones they’ve seen, but to have others want me to photograph them or their families is such a strange concept to me. . . . but one that I’m enjoying immensely.
