In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Futures Past.”
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?
When I was four years old I got my first library card. No I didn’t want to be a Librarian. I wanted to become an author writing children’s books.
I wanted to be a famous pianist and play for huge audiences. I even taught myself how to play the kindergarten piano book. Years later I took lessons for a year and participated in a recital. Some times I think about revisiting the piano but right now I have no time.
I got my first camera at a young age and fell in love with photography. I wanted to become a Photo Journalist.
Other thoughts were becoming an elementary school teacher, own a daycare, become an artist and do the artwork for my children’s books.
I did take art (watercolor, acrylic) classes. I was told by the instructor that my artwork was as good as an artist from our area. I’ve sold a few pieces.
None of my dreams became a career for me. Some became hobbies. Others were passing thoughts. Becoming a world renown photo journalist has been and still is my greatest desire that I’m working on.
Working in finance was not on my radar but it was on God’s for me and I spent many years in that field and also part-time now. In that field I’ve been truly blessed.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clean Slate.”
Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?
I stepped into a room that appears to be a bedroom. How do I know? There are twin beds in the room. They are dressed and waiting to give the next visitors and peaceful rest.
Next to the farthest bed is a writing desk. A little unkept but not overly cluttered. There is still space to search the web on the laptop or write a best-selling novel. Maybe create a great blog.
The antique dresser is covered with photographic equipment instead of being dressed in period pieces to bring out its beauty. The dresser is probably being used to hold the camera and accessories because there’s no space to put it elsewhere.
A bookcase nearby has a few books on its shelf, but there is space for more to take up residence with the few.
The walls are a neutral color, rather blah. No pictures hanging to introduce color, or even life to the area. There is a bit of color in the room–a red chair and several colors in the bed coverings.
The room is calling out ‘don’t judge me yet, I’m far from complete’. Come back again soon and you will see a transformation that you thought couldn’t be. I promise you.