It is the end of another year. Good God! Where do they all go so fast? Okay, that was fun to say, but realistically, I have an honest assessment of the passing of time. After all, I was young so very long ago. I don’t honestly have my head around being 54. That has got me a bit flummoxed. It just doesn’t seem quite right. I don’t feel old. I used to, but the past year and a half has brought welcomed relief. I feel a lot better now than I did before removing a lot of gluten from my diet. I suppose it is gluten. It was bread that I found to have caused me so much pain. And now, I live a normal life again, for the most part, where my joints are concerned. Well, I can manage it. I do get sore sooner than I would like, but I am not waking up sore and feeling it all day, and going to bed dead from it. So that is good!
I would like to report this as having been a great year, but honestly, it could have been better. I took on DoorDashing to keep up on bills and such, and that has not paid nearly enough. It has barely kept us afloat. That and some credit, that is. This New Year we are going to have to catch up and get back ahead. That’s why tomorrow I am officially a professional photographer. It is one thing I can do and I can provide as a quality product, right to hand, right now. I can charge enough to keep us afloat, and I can supplament with DoorDashing. I would like to book enough clients I don’t have to, though, and I can work in my other crafts instead. That would be much better.
My daughter caught a photo of me this morning sat in my plaid covered chair, in my plaid pajamas, drinking from a plaid cup. Well, I thought it was pretty funny. I have been trying a full beard rather than just a goatee lately. I like it when it is tame. I don’t like more than about a quarter of an inch in length as it starts holding hostages. I have always preferred the more sophisticated appearance of a gentlman in such facial hair to the wild and wooley look that is often worn by the men of the region. To each their own.
So, here it is. The end of 2025. How do I feel about the year gone by? It has pretty much been a bust. It was largely a waste on my account. My kids continue to grow and learn, and I am proud of them for that. But where I am concerned, this year has not produced positive growth. Well, maybe that is not entirely true. DoorDashing has allowed me to get around Logan a lot! I know my way around the city really well now, and fear no part of it for driving. I can advertise photographic services or whatever else knowing I can confidently navigate to any location I need to appear at. So that has been a positive net right there. I have also met loads of people and I have been able to practice up on my social skills. If you know me, I am not polished, but I am pretty fearless when it comes to trying. So I am ready to go, I think.
Then there is the matter of need. I have enough of that right now to just go for it in the photo business. I need. I need to do the work I was meant to do. I need the opportunity to create! I need money! These are all things that can motivate my business. So I will be trying, as of tomorrow. I will keep my expenses, and I will make my ads, and I will speak to everyone I meet about it. I am not able to mess about any longer. It is time to run.
I am going to get to bed now, a full hour and a half before the new year rings in. I got a message from my sister-in-law in England proclaiming a Happy New Year, just a bit after midnight her time. Well, she is young still. You saw my photo above. This old man is heading to bed! I have seen these before. Too many of them!