It's Never Too Late to Be a Rock Star

I have a confession.

I have a day job. And it's not photography. I am a third grade teacher, and have been known to sing songs about photosynthesis, participate in "Wacky Hair Day", and make a full spread breakfast for my entire class on one griddle (yes, that includes chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, and square hashbrown patties that you can very literally feel lubricating and gelling in your arteries). And while I think I'm not too shabby at the teaching gig, it is not the whole of who I am. I am still, as I tell my students, trying to figure out "what I want to be when I grow up". And what I have discovered is that I can be more than one entity. In this very moment, I can be a teacher, a photographer, and a pancake flipper all at the same time.

I keep a framed quotation on my desk that is attributed to one wise-beyond-her-years twelve-year old that reads "It's never too late to be a rock star". It is my constant reminder, my kick in the tush, my daily dose of self-inflicted sass with a wink that light-heartedly nudges me in the direction of my photography. Some people are content and successful as Monday through Friday 9-to-5ers, but I'm also driven to be a 5-to-9er, or however long the sun hangs out in the sky for a shoot.

I have a confession. I'm a photographer, because I'm taking that twelve-year old's advice. Who is your inner rock star?...the type of rock star you have always wanted to be? Leave a comment. :-)

Aliza