why new years resolutions are lame…and btw, here are my new years resolutions…

We all know a few. The lame-o’s.  The ones who resolve to change their lives and habits every stinking year, and every year it is completely forgotten about by March.  I remember back when I was a gym-rat and used to work out 5 days per week for 2-3 hours at a time, I always HATED January.  The New Years Resolutioners would darken the doors of my gym…MY gym…and crowd the classes and take up space on the equipment while not knowing how to properly use it.  It made me angry!  I know this is incredibly ugly of me, but I remember telling myself over and over again “They’ll be gone by February…they’ll be gone by February…”  Awful, right? So while I absolutely believe that New Years Resolutions are just a silly excuse for people to feel better about themselves (and those extra 10 pounds gained over the holidays), I personally would like to resolve to be less of a cynic…and a few other things.

The truth is that my life is a mess right now.  I am incredibly blessed and thankful for my awesome family and friends and business successes.  But personally, I am a mess.  I have pushed myself too hard this past year, taking on more work than I should have, and in pushing myself to perfectionism for my clients and my work, I have nearly killed myself.  I don’t sleep.  I am CONSTANTLY stressed.  I am so far strayed from having a work/life balance that I don’t even know what that would look like.  I hear of photographers who stop working at 6pm every night and don’t work again until the next morning, and I think “SERIOUSLY???  How would one even accomplish that?”  I haven’t watched a single television show (unless it’s on in the background while I’m working occasionally) or read a single book in months!  I am a mess, and something has to give.  It’s time for change.  And of course because it happens to be January, I may or may not be making a few resolutions of my own this year.  And I may or may not hate myself just a little for it.  But, in the spirit of growth and metamorphosis and all things renewed by the sparkle of New Years…here are the things that I would like to work on this year.  I SUPPOSE you could call them “Resolutions” if you really want.  ; )  

PERSONAL GOALS

  • Join Crossfit, a new gym that will not only provide personal training, but accountability and some good butt-kicking a la Jillian Michaels.  (Yikes!)
  • Sleeping.  A minimum of 7 hours each night.  Being both a business owner and a mommy to an active 3 year old means that there simply aren’t enough hours in the day…or night.  I have spent the past year getting between 3-5 hours per sleep every night (and about once every two weeks I treat myself to a nice 8 hour night).  I realize that this is taking it’s toll on my health and my happiness, and it’s not okay.  I have several changes that I will implement in my business this year that will hopefully help me achieve this goal, but more than anything, I just need to make “me” a priority.
  • Cherish every minute I spend with my family.  I honestly believe that I’m a good mommy.  My son is my little best buddy, and I am proud of just about every single aspect of his character.  I also happen to think that my dapper hubby is pretty much the greatest human being that I have ever known.  The problem is that while I value them, and love them, and even spend plenty of time with them…I am often distracted and stressed about work obligations and therefore unable to truly cherish and enjoy every moment.  The sweet moments, like watching my boys try to bake something for me together, and in the process, making my kitchen look like an explosion has taken place.  Or the moments where my dog is pestering me by laying her head on my keyboard while I’m trying to type out an email.  Those are the precious moments…the sweet ones…the ones that I will remember in my later years.  I resolve to soak up every ounce of LIFE that I can, and I honestly believe that this will make me more focused and even better at my work.
  • Earth to Table.  Chris and I are pretty good about buying healthier foods, and VERY good about feeding the Little Man exceptionally healthy things.  However, as with anything else in life, we occasionally slip (moreso on what we eat than what Little Man eats…he pretty much eats better than anyone I know).  And when we slip…we REALLY slip.  It’s incredibly bipolar to eat organic meats and veggies from our farmer’s market on one day, and the next to order a greasy pizza from Ledo’s.  We haven’t been taking care of our bodies, and I honestly believe that even if we didn’t count a single calorie, that if we just stop eating the nasty preservatives and chemicals, we will be much better off.  We will make weekly trips to the Farmer’s Market  and supplement what we can’t get there with Relay Foods. Relay is  a company that works with local farmers and will do weekly pickups from those farms and bring them to my doorstep.  So rather than me driving out into the country to the beef guy, then the organic chicken guy, then the tomato and cucumber guy, then the apple and pear guy, then the organic free range egg guy…you get the picture…it will all be picked up and delivered fresh on my doorstep within a couple of days of having been harvested.  I LOVE this!  Of course we’ll still visit Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s occasionally (I think Little Man would flip if he couldn’t visit his buddies at TJ’s (Trader Joe’s) regularly), but this will help us eat smarter with less effort.  WIN!
  • Starting my day right.  I read an incredible  book recently called ‘Today We Are Rich’ by Tim Sanders.  Oh holy moses, if you haven’t read this book you really should.  It is exceptional.  In the book, Tim talks about how important it is to start your day properly.  Many of us jump out of bed quickly when we hear our alarms, immediately reading our emails and stressing about our day ahead of us.  He suggests that if we were to just wake up earlier (wake up with the chickens but work banker’s hours) and spend some time just relaxing in bed with a cool washcloth over our forehead, thinking about those that we are grateful for (it may sound cheesy but it really does make you more grateful throughout your day and improves your overall mood).  He also suggests taking 10-15 minutes to just stretch every morning.  Wow!  That would be incredible!  Then to go get a workout or a run, and then perhaps spend some time sitting in a comfy chair with a glass of tea or coffee and reading either a devotional or the bible or something else that inspires you.
  • More cuddle time.  The computers will go off at 11pm, and there will be an hour of relaxation with the Hubster.  We can watch a mindless television show, a movie, or even play a board game together.  But NO electronics after 11pm.
  • Friendship.  I want to be a better friend.  This past year, I had so many friends go through struggles and trials.  One lost a parent, two lost babies, another had two children within a VERY short time of each other, another dealt with illness…these were all very sad and lonely times.  And I wasn’t there.  I WANTED to be there and I did make attempts, but they were lousy.  I should have been making more meals and dropping by to help and just calling them up more often and offering to be a shoulder to cry on or a prayer partner.  But I wasn’t there.  In my efforts to be the best Wedding Photographer and friend that I possibly could to each of my clients, I failed miserably to all of those who have loved me and stood by me for years.  I am sad even writing this, because while I know that they have all said that they understand and they forgive me, I haven’t yet forgiven myself.
  • Shooting for me.  I want to PLAY with my camera again.  I miss it.  I want to work on personal projects with my camera that won’t advance my business in any way, but will make me a happier person and nourish my inner artist.
PROFESSIONAL GOALS
  • Faster email responses.  My email has been lousy.  I’ve had issues with it all year, but we just moved to a different host company and all of our issues seem to be resolved.  I will be taking one (and sometimes two) days off per week with my family and the occasional vacation, but on typical work days I will be responding to emails within 24-48 hours.
  • Faster turnaround times…but don’t get crazy.  ; )  There seems to be a trend in the photography world to outsource, outsource, outsource.  Every photography forum I’m on has at least one or two people per week posting about how there aren’t enough hours in the day, and there’s always a nice handfull of responses that say “You need to outsource more.”  Well yes…I do agree that as artists, we should stick with what we do best and then outsource others that aren’t as necessary.  Bill Gates probably doesn’t scrub the toilets at Microsoft.  He is needed for bigger things.  So yes, I completely agree with the idea behind it.  HOWEVER, I also think there is a very fine line that needs to not be crossed.  The line between doing everything yourself and not sleeping <silently raises hand> and on the other side of the spectrum, outsourcing all editing, album design, client communications, etc…and essentially you then just become a professional button pusher on a camera once a week and take all of the artistry and fun out of it!  I am all for outsourcing minor color corrections and accounting (yes, please) and remedial jobs that I can give my intern or assistant, but there are just some things I’m not willing to give up.  Album design is one of them.  I LOVE being a visual storyteller, and with that comes the responsibility of telling the ultimate story of the wedding day in the form of a beautiful fine art wedding album.  To take all of my work and piece it together to form the story of the day…there’s no way I’m giving that up!  So yes, I will outsource some things (Item #1 on my To Do list for next week is to find a good professional house-cleaning service) but there are others that I’m just not willing to give up.  I believe that quality is worth waiting for, so while my clients can expect faster turnaround times this year, I want them to know that I’m not willing to sacrifice quality or artistry in order to do so.  When they are looking at their photos on their one year anniversary, or 10 year, or showing their grandkids their album when they are 80…they won’t remember whether it took a week or 4 weeks or 3 months to get their photos back.  They will just be thankful that they were each hand-selected and retouched by the artist before being given to them.  (hopefully they’ll also remember how lovely and rad their photographer was, because well…I plan to remember each one of them!)  ; )
  • Blogging.  Oy vey…I need to blog regularly.  I know that my clients would like to see my more recent work, so you will see more frequent posts.  Yay!
  • The end of watermarks.  Here’s the deal, people:  Watermarks are annoying to clients, but they really do keep everyone safe.  No photographer wants some faker to steal their photos and put it on their website as their own work.  Likewise, no bride wants a photo of her in her wedding dress to end up in some creepy mail-order-bride catalogue.  So watermarking keeps everyone safe.  HOWEVER, nowadays with all of the professional blogs and with my work being published and with Facebook being so vast and huge, there is just no way around it.  If somebody wants to steal my work, they are going to do it, and I just need to shrug my shoulders and let it go.  And I’m not going to watermark the images on my blog if they are just going to be published in a magazine or blog the next month without a watermark.  It just doesn’t makes sense.  So the watermarks are going away.  Yay!  Fun anecdote:  I had someone recently tell me that my name came up in conversation with a popular wedding vendor in the area.  They said “Oh yeah, Julie…she’s the one exception to my rule.”  She asked, “What’s the rule?”  The woman responded “That no good photographers watermark their images anymore.”  I almost DIED!  Hahahaha  So yes, I’m sure a few of my professional friends will be happy that I made the leap.  ; )
  • Exclusivity.  I am already fairly selective about who I choose to work with.  I’m certainly not a snob about it, but I have been known to turn down clients that wanted to book me, but I just KNEW that we wouldn’t mesh well.  I have far too many photographer friends who complain about their “Bridezillas” and they just don’t seem to LOVE their jobs!  I work hard.  HARD.  And I feel like this job is not worth working THIS hard on if I don’t absolutely love every minute of it.  So I want to LOVE each one of my clients as though they were my best friends.  I really have been incredibly blessed that I have never once worked with a client that I didn’t love and appreciate, but I want to take more measures this year to ensure that I’m a good fit with everyone who walks through my door.  I have an enhanced “About Me” section on my website now because I want to attract those who say “Hey, I love that too!”  And for others that may say “Oh, she likes eating organic  and listening to Indie Music and she’s a Christian…I HATE that!”  For those people, I want them to move on and find another photographer that they will LOVE and TRUST and if that’s not me, then I’d rather them find that out now rather than a month before their wedding day.  It’s a two way street.  I just want to have a big fat love fest with each and every one of my clients.  Is that so much to ask?
  • I want to find an amazingsauce Intern this year.  I am going to start interviewing soon, and I already have a few interested parties, so I’m pumped!  If you happen to know of someone who is looking for an Internship/Mentorship that will possibly lead to a part-time Office Assistant Position, please tell them to shoot me an email.  They must be a self-starter.  I am a very fun boss (just ask Hubs!) but I do ask that my employees are capable of working at their own pace and not expecting me to hold their hand through projects.  I obviously will provide ample training time, but once training is over, I want us to hit the ground running!  And oh…it should be mentioned that while I’m open to a male Intern/Assistant, this is a girly environment where we play fun music, have random dance parties in the middle of the day, talk about fashion and new fun nail polish shades, and spend many hours pouring over bridal magazines and blogs.  So if you’re a dude and you want to apply, feel free, but you have been warned.  ; )
So there you have it.  My personal and professional goals for 2012.  I start training at Crossfit tomorrow so we have decided that that will be Day 1.  Ground Zero, if you will.  Say a prayer for me that Crossfit doesn’t send me home in a body bag.  <scaredformylife>
Hugs,
Jewels

La Creme De La Creme

In early 2010, I made the decision to take a hiatus from blogging.  My business was just starting to boom and I was struggling with balancing all of my responsibilities of running a successful business while also being a full-time mommy.

Essentially, I was drowning.

Something had to give…and the clients needed their photos and my son needed his mommy and my hubby needed the occasional hug so those weren’t going to be it.  I had to give up blogging.

Photography blogs are an interesting beast.  They became a big thing 5-7 years ago, and after the success of a few pioneers who started them, the entire industry decided that it was a must.  Everybody who had ever accepted a dollar for taking a photograph suddenly had a blog.  Some people were horrible at it…posting a few tiny pictures once every three months and wondering why they didn’t get more comments on each post.  For others, it was brilliant…a way for an artist to convey their personalities and their passion for what they do and for their clients…a way for them to assign a voice to the work.  For some, it became what put them on the map.

Nowadays the photography blog has become something of controversy.  Obviously between Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Pinterest, Polyvore, etc etc…we are no longer “searching for” a way to share our personality or style…we have a full blown personality parade taking place every time we open our macbooks.   Some have suggested that blogs are outdated and no longer necessary.  Still others swear that it is the absolute best way to share their most recent work along with their stories that they want to tell.  For me, while I truly enjoyed writing, and being able to tell the stories of each of my muses, at that point in my life I just simply didn’t have the time.  I also knew that I was beginning the branding process, and would most likely have a shiny new brand that I would want to design my blog and website after, so I’d might as well take it offline completely for “a few months” until it was ready to make it’s big debut.

Well 18 months later, my brand is finished, my blog and website have been re-designed, and while I still am surviving on only 4 hours of sleep per night (heaven help me), I recognize that my clients deserve to have their stories told and I am proud to announce that this blog is BACK!  I plan to have a full blog post on each one of my weddings from this year, but since that will most likely be happening over the course of months, I want to share with you a few of my faves from this season thus far.  The best of the best.  La creme de la creme, if you will.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are many, many more where these came from…I just wanted to give a little taste of what’s to come.  It’ll only get sweeter and sweeter.

Hugs,

Jewels

Well, Hello There!

I’m a perfectionist.

When I say this, I’m not referring to it in the way that many do…those who take pride in their work or like to get things “just right” often call themselves perfectionists.

My perfectionism laughs at theirs.

It laughs a mean, Disney-Villain-style “Mwahahahahaha” and then proceeds to kick their perfectionism’s rear end.  My perfectionism wins.  It just does.  It’s big and all-consuming.  My perfectionism has plagued me for as long as I can remember.  It’s been labeled many things…”Minor OCD,” “Chronic Fear of Failure,” and a few quirky others.  But basically, I’m a perfectionist.  If it can’t be “perfect,” I’d rather not have it at all.  When I clean my house, if it doesn’t pass the “white glove” test, I feel like somehow we’ve failed as human beings.  When I write myself a reminder on a sticky note, if the writing starts sloping down slightly, I pretty much have to toss out the note and start over.  When I make us a “to do” list, and pick the perfect shade of highlighter to cross through the completed tasks, and Hubs makes the horrendous (and near-fatal) mistake of trying to cross through one of the items on his own, and his strikethrough line isn’t as straight as mine, or he uses the skinny side of the highlighter rather than the fat, even end…it’s all over.  Time for a new checklist.

Yep, I may look like a normal girl, but my own personal brand of crazy is real and it’s true and it runs deep.

So in case anyone has been wondering why my blog has been offline for over a year…now you know.  I wanted to release a new blog and website when my branding team was finished this past winter, but for the past 10 months, I’ve been trying to find the PERFECT blog layout…with the PERFECT  colors and the PERFECT fonts and with the PERFECT background.  A background which, might I say, despite hours upon hours of searching the interwebs, does not exist.  So I did what any (perfectionistic) gal would do…I stayed up until 4am one night MAKING a linen-like texture in Photoshop.  I SO wish I was joking.  I then stared at it the next day and decided it wasn’t perfect.  Back to the drawing board…

After months upon months of trying in vain to not release this blog until it was PERFECT, I made a decision.  Today, I am just going to dive in and do it.  Perfect or not.  It may leave me curled up in the fetal position in the corner of my office, breathing into a paper bag all morning; but I’m doing it.  It’s not polished and it’s not perfect, but it’s mine.  A place for me  to display my projects, and share a little bit of my crazy brain with the world.

So there you have it.  And since everyone knows that a blog post is always better with a photo, here’s one I recently snapped off my little man.  The most “perfect” muse a girl could ask for.

 

Hugs,

Jewels

Blog Archive-”My Own Personal Hell”

After careful consideration, I’ve started utilizing my gym membership to a fuller potential. I’ve called upon the strengths of a personal trainer to guide me a bit, and per her suggestion I decided to take a Spinning class. Now for any of you who (like me) think that this sort of class only entails a bunch of overaged, overweight women lazily sitting on a stationary bike for an hour…I would like to educate you a bit…

Due to a higher demand, they require you to call ahead to schedule an “appointment,” so after my workout on Saturday I scheduled the 9:30am Monday class with Lisa G. She sounds friendly enough, right? I choose the hour-long class (as opposed to the regular 45 minute classes) because I figured this may provide me with a little more of a challenge. After all, I AM the girl who rode her bike across the state of Florida in High School with my youth group (let’s forget that that little excursion took place over 10 years ago) and after all, what kind of wimp can’t ride a bicycle for an hour? Little did I know on Saturday that on Sunday night, I would be the proud winner of a sleepless 8 hours full of cramps of epic proportions. Some of you ladies may know what I am speaking of, we are talking biblical pain here. 4 Advil + 2 Tylenol + a heating pad didn’t touch this puppy.  When Chris woke me up at 8:30 (after what little sleep I was able to obtain) to say that he was leaving for work, I was pretty much the crankiest person that has ever lived. Chris sweetly tried to tell me that I have a good excuse if I want to skip the class, and that he’ll even call for me if I want and tell them I’m sick and can’t make it. It was tempting, but I am a trooper. I am woman, let’s hear me roar, right?

So, I drag my butt out of bed and to the gym, being sure to arrive early to meet Lisa G. and have her help me set up my bike. My first impression of Lisa G. is that homegirl is quite possibly the perkiest woman I have ever encountered. Everything about her is perky: Her voice. The bounce in her step. Her breasts are perky. Even her ponytail seems to sit at an unnatural point on her head. She puts on her little Britney-Spears-esqe microphone and introduces herself to me and tells me how glad she is that I am here. I am only slightly self-conscious as the others are filling in and her microphone is booming our conversation about this being my first time in a spinning class, and that I don’t really know what I’m doing, but that I regularly do long cardio sets on the Elliptical trainers and Treadmills so I shouldn’t have any problems keeping up. Lisa G. only smiles at me a bit while I am saying this. I wonder what that smile means while I choose a seat in the front row, the center seat, of course. This is a typical practice of mine in any class I take. I am a bit of an overachiever and I like to give the professor/instructor my full attention. And I am only slightly concerned when I overhear the two people sitting on my right discussing their times on their most recent Marathons/Triathlons and see the T-shirt of the man on my left proudly displaying that he was a contender in the Ironman. But only slightly concerned, right?  Before we even begin I am sitting on my seat, peddling away (following the cues of the Mrs. Triathlete and Mr. Ironman) to warm up, and realizing that my butt REALLY hurts. Already. I peak behind me at the room (that is now filled to it’s 35 person capacity) and notice a number of people using either gel seat-covers, or padded-butt shorts. I also notice that there is not a single over-aged, nor overweight person in the bunch. These people are obnoxiously fit Hard-Bodies.  I notice their special little cycling shoes and am faced with a sudden harsh realization that these people ALL look to be professional athletes. I wonder to myself if there is any possibility that I accidentally got placed in the class that is training for the 2012 Olympics. I am beginning to think that maybe this was a bad idea. I start cursing myself for choosing this particular seat. Had I been a bit more strategic (or less cocky, however you want to look at it) I would have chosen a wiser placement possibly towards the back of the room, or even better, in the very back next to the door so I could sneak out and no one would see me.

Lisa G. turns the lights off, and a mini-lazer-lightshow begins. Some rather hip music starts playing, and Lisa G. instructs us to increase our intensity by 3.  She then tells us to pick up the pace and go into “Standing Climb” position (this is exactly as it sounds, you stand on the pedals while leaning forward to the furthest-away handlebars as though you are climbing a steep hill on a mountain bike.)  I notice immediately that my quadriceps are (already) aching but at least my butt is no longer sitting on that dreadful, hard seat (always looking for that silver lining, folks). A chorus of exuberant cyclists yelling “WHEW,” and “WOO-HOO” is bouncing around the room. Lisa G. says “Keep your back neutral and head up people” in her perkiest voice while looking directly at me (who had taken to staring at my handlebars). I correct my position while wishing that I had superpowers to shoot laser beams from my eyes and knock her perky head clean off her perky shoulders. The sudden (horrifying) realization now occurs to me that in this position, the “junk in my trunk” is on display for every one of the 30 people in the rows behind me. I flex my glutes tightly while peddling faster, I can’t let Ironman next to me beat me up the imaginary “hill” by too much. Chaz, a supermodel in the row behind me who is clearly a regular, yells out “Is everyone having fun?” Several “WHEW”s break out throughout the room. Who the heck is this guy?  Whose side is he on, anyway?  I decide that he must be sleeping with Lisa G, because nobody else would be this much of a butt-kisser. I look at the clock…9:42. About 45 minutes left. Lisa G. tells us to go back to ’Position 1’ and increase intensity again, as the music speeds up. She wants us doing 120 rotations per minute and leads us in a count. I am at about 110 and decide that I refuse to go faster unless she allows us to decrease our intensity. At a very appropriate moment, she reads my mind and asks “Are y’all cycling through quicksand?” I stop hating for her only a moment, seeing that she does notice the pained looks on our faces (or possibly just mine), until I hear Her Royal Perkiness say “Then increase intensity and speed because you’re ALMOST working hard enough.”

Urge to kill increasing…

9:47…more than a quarter of the way done…and I am about to pass out. I decide to take my mind off my intense rear-pain and calculate exactly what percentage I am done…It’s now 9:48 and I can’t just say 1/4 done. I need further encouragement so I believe that 18/60ths or 9/30ths is much better. Makes me feel closer to 1/3 which I like. A lot.

Around the one half-mark (or as I prefer to see it, the 11/20ths) I begin to feel a little less like I am going to die. I believe this is what we (professional athletes) like to call “getting over the wall.” My butt is now numb so I hate ’Position 1’ the most but ’Positions 2 and 3’ have both rubbed a huge blister on the side of my left foot so I don’t like them either. I begin thinking up my own positions, such as ’Position 4’ where you stand up on the pedals but don’t actually have to pedal at all, or ’Position 5’ which is really just me standing outside this wretched place dumping the remainder of my Aquafina bottle all over myself. I decide that I like ’Position 5’ the best, and that maybe I should leave it as an (anonymous) suggestion in the comment box. It is now 10:23 and I am literally counting the droplets of sweat on the black floor below my bike…I believe I am up to about 22, which is actually a little less than the 24 below Ironman and the 30ish below Mrs. Triathlete. I experience only a fleeting sense of accomplishment followed by some pretty severe self-loathing while remembering my initial assessment of what a “nice, relaxing break” a spinning class would be from my daily intense Elliptical cardio marathons.  Lisa G. informs us that we have just 30 seconds left, and to push ourselves. I am fighting the urge to flip her the bird.

We finally finish, and the sweaty 30-something ladies behind me tap me on the back and tell me how impressed they are that I made it through the whole thing my first time. Now this type of compliment would usually make my day but at this moment I am plotting a way to punch them both square in the ear for patronizing me. I decide that I may be slightly cranky and it’s best that I just smile sweetly and thank them (I will let the air out of their tires along with Lisa G’s later.) I do feel accomplished. The bright side is that my cramps are now only a distant memory, the less-than-bright side is that my Quads, Hamstrings, and Calves are now informing me that I won’t be able to walk tomorrow…or sit on anything other than a doughnut, for that matter. Overall I consider it a ’character building’ move on my part. On my way out I see my personal trainer. She walks over and asks me if I’ve had a chance to try out that spinning class she recommended. I am overwhelmed by a new-found respect for her, as well as my own personal desire to stab her in the eye. I tell her that I tried it, and that I may even try it again next week…only this time I will only be doing the 45 minute class, and I will be rockin’ a pair of padded-butt shorts.

You live, you learn, right?