Tales of the "Talent-less"

Behind me is my beautiful wall of photos which has expanded since this picture was taken into even more gorgeousness! :)

Hey look! It's me! Well... mostly it's a picture of my camera. But now you know what hair looks like! Yay! 

My camera is basically my child. My parents gave it to me for Christmas two years ago because I had gotten really into photography. It's really just for fun, but I really enjoy photo-shoots and editing. My photos are mostly amateurish and no where near as good as some of my friends who are extremely talented. Recently, I haven't been taking very many photos because I've been so busy with school work.

There was a time before that where I was really into drawing. But I dropped art class for a spare in grade twelve. I knew I wasn't good enough to get into University for art so I figured, why bother?

I was on my school's cheerleading team for four years. But again, I didn't keep it up after I graduated. I wasn't good enough to get on a University team anyways.

Before cheerleading, I had taken dance classes since I was four years old. I liked it, but I never did competitive. I just thought I wasn't good enough for it.

What I'm trying to say is that I've basically given up everything I've ever started.

There are times in my life where I've just felt so ... talent-less. I see everyone else with some defining 'thing' in their life and I have nothing. There's my friend who is an amazing artist, one who plays soccer on scholarship, one who can sing, a gymnast, a photographer, a dancer, a drummer. These are all the first things that pop into my head when I think of my friends. What do people say when they think of me? Fast book-reader? I don't think that counts.

It's my own fault really. I never had a 'thing' because I quit so easily. So here is my promise to you: I will be a writer. When I discovered I wanted to be an author, I was in grade eight. I turned to books because I was having a difficult time with bullies and things, and when they helped me, I decided I wanted to help other people in the same way. I sort of pushed the idea away, though, thinking about how unrealistic that was. (At the time, I also had a friend who was extremely into writing. This may also have had something to do with it). It was only recently that I fully embraced that fact that this was the only job for me and the only thing I would be happy spending the rest of my life doing. It was even more recently that I actually let people (ok, so maybe it was only my family) look at my writing. 

This is something I love, and no longer will I let myself give up just because I think I'm not good enough!

It would mean the world to me If you checked out the first short story I ever posted online, which can be found here. Thank you guys! 

Oooh, look! It's me again! Now you know what the back of my head looks like! :)