Get to Know FLS: The Gas Pedal

RMF Workshop - 2012 (16 of 9)

They say a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step… Mine began staring at a wall.

Here I was collegiately educated, with a solid career that paid me consistently every two weeks like clockwork, and yet….

The narrative was missing something. There was no passion, nothing from the heart. I trudged to work, day in and day out. I trudged home to a loving wife with a gaping void present. I knew it. She knew it.

Soon that void became unbearable. The one thing that replenished most of the happiness was photography. I had started taking photos “semi-professionally” a few years before, mostly for family and friends, where the currency more often than not consisted of a case of beer and a pat on the back.

I would sit at work with daydreams of photos I wanted to take, lenses I wanted to try, lighting styles to test.

Then one day, like the release of the shutter, it clicked. I can remember the moment precisely. It was late afternoon, November of 2013. In the middle of a long, uninterrupted gaze into the wallpaper, one question with two simple words popped into my head….WHY NOT?

Why couldn’t I provide for a growing family and a mortgage by doing something that brought my life joy? Why couldn’t I chase the finer things in life with my heart?

Enter the proverbial gas pedal. I made a mental vow to myself to see where I could take it, a vow to put every ounce of energy into getting a sustainable business off the ground. It was for me, for my wife, for our new addition to arrive via stork in nine months. It was for my happiness, for my wellbeing, for my soul.

I’m a firm believer in this. Call it “God”, call it “The Universe”, call it what you may. When you put each ounce of energy solely into the direction you are supposed to be on, “It” opens doors you never thought possible. Your energy output is reciprocated and the momentum of life carries you to new heights never before dreamed of.

Six short months from that moment, I removed the safety net of a “steady” paycheck and began the trapeze act of small business ownership.

And not once since have I regretted the decision.