No, she didn’t want me in the way you’re thinking. She wanted me to shoot her wedding.

I don’t shoot weddings.  I don’t shoot birthdays.  Or retirement parties.  I shoot big events.  Very big  events.  Paid for by a corporate client.  Now, you think it’s a money thing.  It’s not.  Some of those small, private events actually pay more.  I don’t care.  It’s not my passion.

And sticking to that works for me.  But it goes beyond just the definition of what I do; finding my niche goes to the definition of who I am.

I am a rock star.  I am a liberal.  I am a foodie.  I love sushi.  I love politics.  I love things not appropriate to discuss in this blog.  I happen to be gay.  

I used to hide who I was.  Put on that Republican haircut.  Plaster on the corporate image.  I thought that’s what was required to be successful.  I was wrong.

When I really started to be successful was when I stopped hiding me.    When I said, “No, I’m not shooting your wedding (it’s not my thing), I’m sticking to my niche.”

And,  no, I’m not having hair parted on the side.  And, no, I don’t like eggs.  Please bring me granola.  And a tree to hug.  I am a liberal.