If I redesigned this blog, I would have to call it “pictures of my baby.” Because that seems to be the only content I can muster up lately. I am still writing, here and there, but I take pictures of my baby almost every day. Almost every hour. Just since I bought my new camera, in less than two months, I have taken 1083 pictures, mostly of my baby. I love taking pictures, and right now, I want to read everything I can get my hands on about photography, I want to practice, take pictures of my baby and other people’s babies. I want to set up a studio and make a career out of it.
But I know me, and I know that I don’t keep interest in most things for very long. This would be why I changed my major 4 times in college. Why I start a diet or exercise plan and forget it in the same month (hopefully I’m working on changing that soon). Why it takes me months to write a single short story. But I do find interest in things, have a short-lived passion for them, and eventually most of them seem to cycle back to me again. My music, my songwriting, my stories, and surely my pictures too. I’m good enough at everything, but I’ll never be great at anything. Although, I tell Jim that at this pace, maybe I might possibly be great at everything by the time I’m 90!
This is not a cry for attention or praise, or anything. Just a random thought. Just a realization. I don’t know if it means anything, except that I’m glad I got married. Better to be a stay-at-home mom with a bunch of student loans and going nowhere, than a waitress with a bunch of student loans and going nowhere 🙂