This is a picture of me taking pictures at a wedding. The second wedding I shot. That’s the day I decided I didn’t want to be a professional photographer anymore. It was a short-lived stint. I still love photography, and I still have all my equipment, and I still might get back to it someday, professionally. Who knows?
That’s the thing about me. I don’t want to think that I can’t stick with anything, after all, I’ve been with the same company for over a decade. But I do think I tend to try new things and think I’d like to do them and then realize I don’t really want to. What’s up with that? I don’t really know.
What I do know is that I am here on this planet for one small blip in time. And I want to try new things, and do new things, and not feel like I’ve defined myself and that’s it, Chris, this who you are. No. There is too much about me that I’m hoping to outgrow. I want to learn, to mature, even at 50-something. I don’t want to stay the same. That is who I am.
So, if you knew me when I was a photographer, if you knew that I used to play the piano for fun, if you knew that I used to play tennis, that’s not me anymore. Or, if you knew me when I was painfully shy, a voracious reader, someone who used to love to draw, that’s not me anymore, either. Today I hike, and I’m trying to figure out how to eat in the healthiest way possible, and how to live out the greatest commandment, and I’m into raising a puppy. But if you read this blog you certainly knew that last one.
And speaking of blogs, today I am also a writer.
Who knows who I’ll be tomorrow.