You'd think by the time 42 rolls around you'd have some semblance of a life. I do have a "life". I breathe, I eat. I think it is the traditional sense of what defines adulthood is what my life lacks. I still have a flip flopity dangling umbilcal cord attached to my parents. Good things happen, but financially, I get nowhere. I went back to school, graduated at the top of the class and still don't have a job.
I have a "job". A job that pays me $10 hour for doing stuff that I like. When I see the work that I am capable of, what all these fellow photographers are capable of, it blows my mind. It's like we're picking away at the giant coal deposit deep in the mine. There is no light down here, just work. We live in the anonymous glory of the beauty shots for shoes that we see months before anyone else. We are shutter monkeys.
In the mire of all of this, I have continued on with my Couch to 5K training. I started week four yesterday morning and completed the first workout. I thought I was going to die, but miraculously I made it. This session consists of a five minute warm up(brisk walking), a three minute run. ninety second rest, five minute run, two minute rest, three minute run, ninety second rest, five minute run and cool down for five minutes.
I never think I'm going to make it, but somehow I do. The story of my life.