Dreams do come true

When I was a little girl I dreamed of becoming anything I wanted to be. As I got older I realized those dreams would take hard work and there would be people who would discourage you from that dream. I was always fascinated with the camera even at a young age, I would save my pennies and wash the dishes all to save money to buy a disposable camera. Sometimes it would take months before I had enought money to buy one, and in 10 minutes the film was all used. I would often be seen at the family gathering with my parents camera snapping away.

Then when I was in high school, my dream got pushed to the side as I became involved in dance. Finally senior year snuck up on me so I gave in and signed up for a photography class. Only to quite my second week because of how insecure I was, to think I would be in a class with peers who to say the least were immature.

I always regreted that decision because I wondered what would have happened if I would have stayed in the class. I took the road less traveled when I went against following my dreams, and everything has brought me to this point in my life.

For my 24th birthday my husband reminded me of that dream and suprised me with my first SLR digital camera. It was not new but hey I knew it had potential and the user (me) was rustic on the edges. I took my camera and began to shoot, using my cousins as my models then asking friends if I could take their pictures. Before I knew it I had people asking me if I could take their picture and asking how much I charged. "REALLY", you want me to take your picture?, and you want to pay me?!!" I thought these people are crazy, I thought am not at the level where I feel comfortable charging. I doubted my self, but everytime I would post my pictures, I had another stranger calling me saying, I saw your pics you did for.... or hey your that girl that takes pictures. As much as I hated people knowing me at work as the girl who takes pictures, deep inside I was a little flattered.

My wonderful husband, family and friends would always give me kudos, but again I let my humble side get the best of me. I though their suppose to say that, never really believing it.

Until one day, I had lunch with a friend and she said Ya (that's what friends call me at work) Guess what some girls on my team where talking about a photographer and admirring this photographers work, when she got a closer look it was my photoblog :) She said that's my friend Ya she's the best :) I will admit it I was so ESTATIC :)!!!

So I am coming up to a year, and I will for ever be in debt to my loving husband for encouraging to follow my dreams. He always finds the most sencere words to ecourage me and understands my passion for photography.

I may not be a pro, but I can honestly say that I don't feel as rustic. Photography has become an addiction, I think about it when I am at work, school, home and even when I am sleeping. I get dreams at night wake up and write things about my dreams, that is where I get some of my ideas from.

I hope that when I grow up, I become a famous photographer :) One can only dream, and if there is something I have learned in mt 25 years of life is that dreams do come true, they just some take a longer time to come true :)