I am guilty of having a short attention span. Actually, more accurately, I am guilty of having a fear of a short attention span. I have done a lot of things in my life. I dabble here, I dabble there. I don’t last more than a few years at anything.
Today I recieved some more positive feedback from a parent about my photography. I love to hear they liked the photos. In fact, I will be giving her a disc with the photos on it because they love them so much they want more copies. She asked if I did any freelance photography. I said that I had considered it before, but was always afraid I would commit and not enjoy it long term. I would love to spend an afternoon with her children and capture them naturally in their home. But could I do that everyday with strangers? Probably not.
Kind of like teaching. I enjoy it. It’s rewarding. But will I still feel that way two months from now? Would I be able to do it every day and still find it rewarding? Doubt it. My attention span is too short.
I have toyed with photography (after doing nothing but, during my college years), monogrammed as a business for six years, substituted at the school, made hair bows, tinkered with paper goods, bartended, waitressed, worked retail, and countless other things. I have a short attention span.
Recently someone asked if I thought I might write a book. My reply? I don’t have the attention span to write a book. Magazine articles are more my speed. This blogging thing is right up my alley.
So I said the words out loud (well, actually, typed them, but for others to read) that I think I have finally figured out “what I would like to be when I grow up.” I would like to be a writer. I could humor myself and say that I already am a writer. But I would like to be able to then follow up with something they may have actually read…
My next question – is this my latest in a string of “what I will try for now” things? Or is this for real? I hope it is for real. That way, even if I dabble in photography, play with paper goods and sub on occasion, I will never run out of things to write about. Because at the end of the day – doing things seems to feel a lot better when I can write about it later. That seems like a good sign, yes?
P.S. For the love of all things living, will someone tell me where spell check has gone since the format change? Am I totally daft?