You may have noticed the near radio silence on here over the last week. That is because I am now firmly ensconced in my new flat in Manchester, and without internet until the 28th *dies a little inside*. I’m actually writing this now from the miracle that is 4G, so I mean if that isn’t a testament to technology then I don’t know what is.
Today I thought I’d do a little post with a difference. I’ve mentioned a few times now that I’m looking to branch out into some lifestyle posts as well as my regular outfit posts and well, this is one of them.
I first fell in love with music photography when I was 16, and knew firmly it was something I wanted to become involved with. When I turned 17, my parents bought me a second hand DSLR for my birthday and I absolutely threw myself into it, going to all the local venues and begging them to let me shoot the unsigned nights.
I remember these as the best years of my life, turning up to shoot a gig and ending up going on tour for a week, making some of the best friends I ever had and spending all my time doing the thing I loved the most. Then university happened and I became unable to leave the house due to anxiety and depression. Coming out of that period of darkness – for want of a better word – I felt so completely disconnected from everything. I forgot who I was, I forgot what made me feel alive. I got stuck in a toxic relationship and spent 2 years feigning happiness and contentment and basically I forgot what made me, me.
Last year, my friend gave me an opportunity that I couldn’t say no to. He asked me to shoot his band’s gig at the 02 in Liverpool. I was in two minds whether or not to do it, I hadn’t even really used my camera aside from when I blogged in about 3 years. I wasn’t sure if I’d even be able to do it justice anymore, but then when the band kicked off their set and I started shooting the adrenaline came back and it was like I’d never stopped.
Since then, I’ve had some incredible opportunities thrust my way and I’ve shot bands that my 17 year old self would never have imagined. And you know what? Spending my nights again in sweaty venues, running back and to through the photo pit and contorting myself into ridiculous shapes in order to get the best shot possible is more fun than I ever imagined. I think its actually better now I’ve gone back to it, because I remember how much I missed it.
So I guess the moral of this post is never to give up on your dreams, no matter what situation you may find yourself in. At the end of the day, if you dream of it then you’re passionate about it – don’t let go of your passions because they’re the things that will keep pushing you through the bad times and will keep you motivated to strive for your successes.
Right now, I’m sat in my own flat, in Manchester. I have a job that a year ago I would have given my right arm for and never believed that I’d have. I am SO grateful and so lucky and honestly I don’t think I’ve ever been happier, and it’s because even through the darkness I still strove for my successes, even though they may not have been the same ones I did previously to. And the best thing? I’ve done this all off my own back, this is all down to me and my abilities, and damn that feels so good!
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