Bad Day

On occasion I will get an email or two from blog readers thanking me for blogging about a certain topic. It’s nice. It makes me think this little online diary of mine is worth publishing to all of you. I also get a few emails from readers who think my life, or the moments I share, is far more interesting than it actually is. Well…

Today was a bad, bad day for me. From start to finish. In fact, probably the worst day I have had since I can remember. However, there were positive moments. And, we choose our attitude.

My morning started with a photography shoot in John’s Landing. The shoot ended short after I fell down a flight of cement stairs. The sidewalk, mud, and my camera helped break my fall as I came to a skidding {not a joke} halt. I was bloody and beaten up. But, I didn’t cry. That would have been unprofessional. It’s one thing to flail down a flight of stairs like a dead body; it’s another thing to start wailing in front of client, right?! Not only was I beaten up, but so was my camera. The camera that was out of my budget in the first place was so longer working.

As soon as I got into my car and drove ten feet out of sight, I was sobbing on the phone to my live in. This actually can be put into the positive moment’s category for the day. He is the best.

Once at home I confirmed that the camera was out of commission and phoned my second client for the day to cancel. This killed me. I hated cancelling but even more I hated looking outside, seeing the beautiful weather and realizing it probably won’t happen again. At least not before Christmas, and these photos were for Christmas cards.

While I was icing my golf ball size bump on the knee the live in and I were playing around with the camera. Lo and behold, we figured out the problem. A little duct tape and I was back in business. I called my second client back and our appointment was back on. Another positive moment of the day.

I covered my body in band-aids in an attempt to not scare the children, grabbed my banged up camera, and limped downstairs. I am sure I made a great first impression on this family. Just sure of it. Actually, the family was great. They knew my day was off to a terrible start and couldn’t have been more kind.

If my killer first impression didn’t impress them I am sure the jail threat I received during the photo shoot did. I took them to the railroad tracks near my home for a few photos. A one car train rolled past in the five minutes we happen to be there. Four men took the liberty of stopping the train, and yelling out of their window that the police had been called and I was in violation of trespassing. Again, I didn’t cry. One, there was no sign indicating this “law”, and two – it’s not like I was at the railroad station. We were simply five feet from the actual road where cars and pedestrians pass frequently. Lastly, it was a great shot and I would go back in a second. Especially for an engagement shoot - it’d be perfect.

There were several other “worst day” moments that worked their way into my day, however I’ll spare you. You can feel good in trusting me when I say; it was a truly bad day.

But, like I said, we choose our attitudes. And victim is one thing I am not. I hope this insight into my terrible day helped just one person feel better about theirs. I am thankful for my live in and for my parents. I am thankful I didn’t get hurt worse. But I guess if I actually did go to jail it would have made for an even better story…