My shoes are some times in turmoil over various things that affect my everyday life. They may seem trivial to some, but they can dominate my thoughts at times. It can be anything at any given moment, and I will spend an inordinate amount of time trying to understand why it is. Why is this so? Like why so late in life did I decide to become a photographer? If I had realized my calling say 20 years ago I might be on the level of the photogs I currently look up to. I could be mentally, financially, and spiritually well off by now. But that isn’t the case. I guess I’ve finally matured enough to understand that a dead end job is a dead end job, even if you’re the boss. Or one of the bosses. At some point its no longer enough to break your ass for a company that takes all that you give them and returns nothing. So, this is my last year working for anyone but myself. Sometimes you have to put it all on the line to if nothing else, see where you stand in your own eyes. If you cant rely on your own talent what’s the point of being talented in the first place?