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On other folks’ highlight reels

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I was going to post today something about putting my new print portfolio together. And sure, here’s a picture of some of the prints laid out on the living room floor, ready to be culled. I’ll come back to that another time.

Instead, though, I’m going to talk about something else: the fact that I continually compare the ongoing cut of my life to other folks’ highlight reels. And that’s the last time I’m going to use that metaphor, by the way, because it’s already stretched to breaking point.

See, here’s the thing: I am dreadful at not comparing myself to others. I’ve said it before, many times. When I see my photographer friends doing well it hurts a bit: why can’t I make those pictures, get those commissions, shoot those campaigns.

Except the ultimate truth is that I can make those pictures (or my own vision of those pictures, anyway). I could get those commissions. It’s perfectly plausible that I could shoot one of those campaigns.

The difference is that my friends let people know that they’re alive. I more sort of don’t. I hate self-promoting, despise marketing what I do, and find “networking” an interminably stressful activity. I’m an introvert at heart; I prefer to live in my own bubble most of the time.

My challenge isn’t the technical stuff. Instead it’s in overcoming my introversion and my inherent resistance, and doing what needs to be done regardless of how uncomfortable it makes me.

I’m at the start of that path. Putting a new print book together is the beginning of it. Getting it out there and knocking on doors is the next part.

Wish me luck.