I was two people.
One wore the suit, did the eight-hour shift.
The other—my true self.
I’d go in, sit at my desk,
process hundreds of reservations a day—
and I did it well, by the way.
I was disciplined.
I had a goal: pay off all my debt.
But it felt isolating.
I watched colleagues move forward
in their photography careers—
commercial work, editorial shoots—
and I was on a different path.
Street photography was a way back to my soul.
Stepping out and taking that first breath of fresh air felt rejuvenating.
It was like saying to myself,
“Time to feed the soul.”
Because if you don’t nurture things,
they fade.
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