The Worth of a Freelance Photographer
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So...who do I think I am, anyways?
I'm a mother, I know that for sure. Although some days I question whether that 2ft + tall child actually came out of me. And I swear the days he's raising hell, he really just came straight from his father.
I'm an artist. It's no secret that although I am incredibly logical. Logical thought, creative output. Who knew?
I'm a small business owner....with no business plan! That's not true actually, I love what I do. My plan is to continue loving and staying true to myself. My profit and heart goes back to the charities I love!
I'm a photographer. Do I have a degree? No. Has my passion driven me to soak up every possible ounce of information about photography? Pretty much. Does my camera define me? Absolutely not....but it's almost always in my purse.
I'm a mother, I know that for sure. Although some days I question whether that 2ft + tall child actually came out of me. And I swear the days he's raising hell, he really just came straight from his father.
I'm an artist. It's no secret that although I am incredibly logical. Logical thought, creative output. Who knew?
I'm a small business owner....with no business plan! That's not true actually, I love what I do. My plan is to continue loving and staying true to myself. My profit and heart goes back to the charities I love!
I'm a photographer. Do I have a degree? No. Has my passion driven me to soak up every possible ounce of information about photography? Pretty much. Does my camera define me? Absolutely not....but it's almost always in my purse.
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