William was at preschool, Charlotte and Theodore were napping and I had 2 and a half hours to do a couple shoots, catch up on emails and eat my lunch. I put on makeup, fixed a few flyaways and set up the tripod for the camera.
And then the camera battery died.
Once I finally got it charged enough to get the shoot done Charlotte woke up and crashed the party. It could have easily been ruined. I could have easily packed it all up and tried again the next day.
Instead, I decided to embrace the imperfect work time. Working from home isn't without its challenges. I'm constantly being interrupted by a baby waking up, a toddler wanting another snack, someone dropping off packages at the door. It's easy to get frustrated and call it quits early. But I recently read something comparing amateurs and professionals and how they work. I often work like an amateur, and there's nothing wrong with that. I work when I have time, quit when I feel like it, and don't always give my best. I go days or weeks without visiting this space, without working and it's okay. But lately I've gotten real with myself and said 'Bri, this is what you love. This is what you want to do. This is your passion. You gotta treat it like the huge amazing fulfilling thing it is. You've got to be a professional'.
But there's always a little give-and-take to work. These photos, for example, are full of imperfections. I was so tempted to trash all of these and start fresh because of one small glaring imperfection: my feet.
I set up the tripod (twice, remember?) and when I finally got around to actually taking the photos it had gotten moved ever so slightly ... just enough to cut my feet off and be a tiny bit crooked. I didn't notice until a few days later when I was editing. Torn between wanting to stay professional, stay on schedule, but show perfection. Cutting my feet off in an outfit post?! Not perfect.
But this space isn't about perfection. And I can aspire to it all I want but at the end of the day, I'm a mama. And I'm not perfect. Charlotte wasn't meant to be in these photos, the camera should have been level, my feet should be in them (and my cute shoes!). I guess what I'm saying is: you can be professional and still be imperfect. Your feet can be cut off in photos and you can still use them. Not because you're churning out content for the heck of it, but because sh*t happens. And isn't it a little more interesting to see those imperfections than something that's a little 'too perfect'?