Do you have one?
I think I may have found mine.
As a child I begged my mom to play piano. At the age of 9 I began plucking away at such gems as “Marry had a little lamb” and “Jesus Loves You”. I continued with lessons through middle school but to be honest I never really practiced like I should. Yes, I enjoyed what I did but until I saw a piano, unless feeling down or a special occasion, I never felt the urge to play. It was like I wanted to be good at something so badly that I would go “Yes, music is my passion!” in that “i’manartistandmustcreate” sort of way.
Now I do love music but you know how some experiences are just jump off points? Well I think that taking lessons at the shop I did, and then working there, helped mold what I wanted to do with my future but not in the way I thought. I was thinking “I’ll be a concert pianist”! ummm no boo, you have incredible stage fright and you don’t practice like you should…not the makings of a concert pianist. Then I realized that I wanted to be on the business end…ya girl is a hustla..but in a good way. I was selling candy in kindergarten..ya betta ask somebody…umm rambling. Anywho, I realized that this was the type of business venture that I’d like to own and expand into other various business entities. So I decided to go to business school and am currently stuck in that mini-hell. It’s not all bad but some of it is as boring as watching paste dry on a macroni picture made by some 2nd grader *no offense to all my future artists* I know this degree will be useful in my future endeavors but what am I supposed to do for creative stimulatin while in mini-hell? I love my piano but I only have retained 1/2 of 2 songs..yes you read that right…it’s a beautiful piece of furniture! lol!
Well about 2 yrs ago I bought a digital camera and my love of photography began. I always appreciated meaningful and beautiful pictures but didn’t know I could create my own. Thus began my passion. After taking some shots of flowers and clouds and things, my mom told me I had “an eye” and that it was good. Then last christmas my mom and her fiance invested in my passion by buying me a wonderful camera I nicknamed “GiGi” *2 guess as to why..anyone?*
Recently I decided to print out some of the shots I took, frame them, and hang them in my room. It was……a revelation. Not being vain, but I couldn’t believe that I captured those images. It’s that whole “self doubt” thing. I guess every artist has a voice in their head going “that’s crap. no one will pay for that. keep that to yourself”. But I have this overwhelming sense of joy…I couldn’t wait to have my mom help me put them on the walls *I can’t draw a straight line with a ruler so imagine me tryin to hang some pictures..umm no*
So although I’m still planning on being an entreprenuer and having my music shop, I am not adverse to delaying and working at a photo shop or as a photographers assistant *my cousin put that bug in my ear*
Passion…tis a good thing and when you recognize it…it’s even better.
“Life is a series of pictures. To capture the unusual and unexpected is an adventure!” ~R.Marie~
Serenity
