A Long Time Coming
I think this blog is about three years in the making. I’m guilty on all counts of procrastination. I was cataloging my life the other day (as I so often do) and the following things occurred to me:
1. I’m a writer that doesn’t write
2. I’m a photographer that doesn’t take pictures
3. I’m a traveler that has never used her passport
4. I’m a filmmaker that doesn’t make movies
Some days I wake up feeling like one of those misfit toys. Like Charlie-in-the-box. Like all of my skills don’t quite add up to my shiny-toy exterior. Luckily I seem to be on the right island and there is no reason why things can’t be different.
Which brings me to today. My blogger birthday. Who wants to bake me a cake?