I have to learn how to use my time and tools better, to utilize what I have been given. Both of those things (time and tools) are gifts. And gifts unappreciated are a sad thing to waste. So this week I hope to push myself a little harder in my personal endeavors and see if we can increase production. We, being the team of me, myself and I. One of us for each 8-hour shift of the day.
I’ve learned over time that any new effort needs a positive attitude to start. So I have my smile on, and my enthusiasm high. I also know that if I start to make it part of a routine it is easier to accomplish over the long haul.
I got a good start yesterday. Spent a few hours shooting and managed to download it all and start editing. Also made a few prints for the family and for my family wall.
The first thing I’m going to utilize is my printer. I’m way behind on the prints I want to get completed and it’s time to catch up. I also want to start working on a new collage or two. I have a wealth of paper and ink so the press is starting.
Next, I’m going to pick up the cameras every day and try to get at least an hour or two of shooting done. More if possible but at least practice and learn even if I don’t get something great every day. I need to carve out part of the day to upload and organize my Zenfolio site which is out of date.
Of course, I want to continue to write and explore what I can do with words and ideas. A mixture of both good visual and written content is the next step. Content is king they used to say in the Newspaper business. I believe the same adage holds true for our digital media also.
So here is to a great fall season and a strong close-out of the year.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- I am so ready for the Yankees to go on a great run this postseason.
- I love strong hugs, especially from my children.
- Night shift people. Out of sight, out of mind.
- Those temps in the 30s this morning were unwelcomed. So was that frost on my convertible top.
- I like cheese bread. Toasted is even better.
- Excuse me, I’m being patient. But where the hell is my Indian summer?