I lost my passion

When I bought my first DSLR about 8 years ago, I was so excited and nervous and scared. I remember endlessly watching review videos about the Nikon D3100. That, being the camera I was going to buy. I had to wait about 2 weeks until my next payday in order to purchase it. So, during that time I can remember watching and reading a number of reviews on the D3100. But, the video I remember watching the most was the one produced by  Kaiman Wong AKA KAI W., who at the time work at DigitalRev. I remember watching that video over and over again in anticipation of getting my own D3100.

After practicing for a few hours I felt comfortable venturing out and about to take some pictures. I did so much walking taking picture of just about everything and anything. I was so pumped and driven to get better as I went along. I can remember eagerly waiting for my days off of work to grab my camera and go take pictures.

Unfortunately, at the present, that excitement has regrettably left me. Lately I have been in a funk not only with my photography but other things that I once had a passion for. Every time I look at my camera (which by the way now, is a Canon 80D) I don't feel the yearning to go out and shoot photographs.

So what I've been doing for the last few days is going back through my RAW files and editing some of the pictures I took with my old camera and posting some online. Doing that kind of got me reinvigorated to go out and take more pictures like I used to do. I hope I can come out of this fog. This coming weekend I have vowed to grab my camera and rekindle my passion for photography and take the best pictures I have ever taken so far.

Here are some of the old photographs I have rediscovered and edited for the first time. I have never shared these pictures anywhere before. I hope you enjoy them.

I finally did what for many years I had just been playing lip service to. Leaving a job that I had absolute no interest in and quite frankly, hated. I told myself in the beginning, "I can do this for 6 months to a year MAX" and then I would be out. Unfortunately, it became 10 years of hell. From the first moment I stepped into the hospital I felt so uncomfortable. It wasn't the people (well, most of the people) it was the field I was going to be working in. The medical field. From a journalist prospective, I love the medical technology, science and innovation related to medicine. However, working as a direct care personnel, I HATED IT!

It feels so good beyond belief knowing I will no longer have to endure the nightmare of working in a situation that was an anathema to me. I have absolutely no idea how I stuck it out for so long just beating my head against the wall. It was becoming so very hard to make it through the work day. I had become short tempered and some of the time, not a very nice person to be around. But, it was all related to the situation I had put myself in. It was no ones fault but mine that I was in a horrible place.

Now that I'm no longer in that dark situation, I have vowed never (at all cost) to put myself in that kind of situation ever again. For as long as I have left to live, I will be committed to going where I want to go and work to reach the place I want to be.