After a tough blow of a session I tossed and turned all night knowing I had to get up again the next morning and do another family session. At about midnight I got up and spent an hour studying my mistakes with that evenings session and then wondered and worried about it all night. I had a strong desire to quit. Really strong. I didn’t want to take another family’s hope and time and not deliver any keepers. In the end it was prayer that saved the day (night). After a good long prayer, getting out all my fears, frustrations, and tears, I was able to go to sleep for those last few hours, feeling that things would be ok.
And they were. I had learned some crucial lesson from my last session and didn’t make those same mistakes. I still have much to practice and learn but this session was so refreshing. I even had a ton of pictures to choose from.