I got my first "real" job offer today. It's basically at the opposite side of the career spectrum from photography but it gives me a stable schedule that is easier to plan around.
It's helped to quell some of my existential panic. Yay. I guess.
Real jobs never work well for me. When I work full time, I have zero energy for photography. I miss editing and magazine submission deadlines, and eventually I just stop shooting.
I love photography...
But I'm just tired of being a martyr for art.
I'm tired of having no money to go do things worth photographing.
I'm tired of having to tell my family I can't come see them because I can't afford a $250 plane ticket or 3 days of driving.
I'm tired of not having steady photography work and having to tell people I placate middle-aged adult tantrums all day (part-time retail).
I'm tired of lying to my parents about how successful I've been.
I can always come back to photography. It's a pretty open-ended career. But, I'm a very anxious person for whom luck doesn't generally favor. It has taken me two years to get an interview where they didn't ask, "Okay, so you've done a lot of photography. Can't you do
anything else?"
I'm terrified of waking up at 40, poor, bored, with 15 years of what is essentially seen as an employment gap. I'm much too neurotic to handle that possibility.
The "starving artist" trope is only appealing if you are making progress, which you have. I've been spinning my wheels for the past two years.
After hitting a breaking point, this is basically me right now: