It begins with a dreamer

So apparently hard work does actually pay off!

March 2019, the month and year that my eight years of photography passion, education and experience accumulated into getting my dream job.

So I guess I can now say I’m a full time photographer… No side job working in clubs and bars, full time. I’m a proper four days a week, eight hours a day, studio photographer.

This beauty of an angel right here you may remember from my Sex Work Is Work post from back in September. She volunteered her fine ass self to be my guinea pig for the trial day of the new studio, and look how incredible she is!

Having the resources I needed to fully execute the potential ideas I’ve always had swimming around my li’l photographer mind is incredible. All the props, backdrops, lights, coloured gels, furniture, makeup artists, clients, it’s what I’ve always dreamed of!

Every phone call home whilst I was struggling at uni, crying to my mum about my future working in dead end jobs to fund my failing photography career seem so silly now, but at the time it was the future I saw.

Being a dreamer is a fucker, but it could always get you to exactly where you want to be.

Imposter syndrome is not welcome in 2019 Meg’s life, I work hard, I deserve happiness and success. Fuck yeah.

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