I'm shooting my first wedding in two months and if I can be frankly honest (because this is an honest space) I feel like throwing up every time I think about it.
I may have also cried in my pillow...and the shower.
My dear husband, who is taking the roll of stork/cheerleader, calms me and tells me that I am ready.
"Lisa chose YOU. She liked the engagement photos. SHE wants YOU there."
I blubber on about how I don't have the right lenses or speedlight. I have no Pocket Wizards or off camera set-up at all. My camera could use an upgrade.
And then all the insecurities of shooting the wedding snowballs and it turns into a full-on meltdown of how I don't have the right shoes, clothes or hair. It's like I'm in the 7th grade again.
He pats my head, makes me coffee and lets me show him for the umpteenth time which lenses and speedlights I want, what camera body to upgrade to. He promises a pedicure, haircut and highlight before the wedding.
Lisa, I pray I don't screw this up; but if I do at least my hair will look good.