Hours for Others

The industry that I am in currently does not really allow me to follow my life as it unfolds.  I am a media maker, film, photography, even my terrible attempts at poetry.  In all of these endeavors the is a client for whom I am working for.  A client who is living, breathing, soaking up the events for which I am hired not to enjoy but rather to document.

I love filming, photographing.  Anybody can take a picture, hit record.  I bend light to my whims and direct the camera to see what I want to express.  I brush the ugly parts from reality and leave an image of what we want history to look like, what we need history to look like.

In all of this, the long hours for others, the lack of sleep, I keep telling myself that it will get better.  I will become more successful, whereby, I can pick and choose the projects that I would like to work on.  I can turn down work.  That's a big accomplishment, to be so busy that you can turn down work.  The roots of this belief is that everyone that I know who is successful in whatever entrepreneurial goal they have, had done so by more or less sacrificing their 20's.  I feel that everyone that you know is doing the same.

I am not sure if this is the right course of action, but more money is coming in the door and at the very least I am in control of my day to day life.  There is no overarching corporation that is looming over me but rather individual clients.  Sometimes its hard to tell which one is more desirable.