I had a horrible experience recently doing a photo shoot for my author photo. I was so upset at the results, that I began to wonder if I was being vain. Then I showed some of the proofs to my family, and they verified – most of the pictures didn’t even look like me. I didn’t know how to handle the situation. I tried my hardest to be polite in dealing with the photographer, but it quickly went downhill. I was distraught. I wanted a professional photo, and due to my current rural placement, I was beginning to think I was running out of options. I noticed my mood carry over at work, and I was being grumpy and sullen. A co-worker pointed it out to me, and I immediately realized I was approaching the whole situation wrong. Had the photographer done a bad job? In my opinion yes, but maybe she felt different. She at least showed up and tried. And I realized I couldn’t really blame her for that. I settled on a half off refund on the fact that I wouldn’t be using one of her photos. It hurt me to hand over money for nothing, but I realized she needed it more than I did, and I’m okay with that. Needless to say, I hunkered down and came up with an alternate option, and I love the photo of choice. In fact, I feel like it might have been meant to be.
Something may not go your way, but that doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world. The book will still publish, and I will survive.
Here is the final result:
I love it. And I’m proud.
I ran across a few speed bumps, but carried on. And everything worked out fine.