Here is the thing about me: I truly believe in speaking it into being. I believe in fake it ’till you make it. I believe that if I pick something to do, I will succeed at it. I will beat my dream into submission.
Not that I never fail. Not that this disposition is at all logical . . . or maybe, even a good thing. It just is. Even though two weeks ago was the first time I’ve picked up a camera to do anything halfway serious in three years, if someone came up to me today and said “Hey I need a photographer for this super duper fancy shoot. Can you do it?” I’d say “Of course!” do a dance, and worry about the details later.
I have had the benefit (and pressure) of living a life where the people around me take excellence and success for granted. I’ve had parents who tell me I’m fab everyday. I have friends who do the same- as I do for them. It is entirely possible that we are all deluded. But the real truth is, it doesn’t matter if we have our heads in the clouds- believing in our dreams has always been enough to make them come true.