I have been “taking photos” for a few years now. I got my own digital camera for Christmas in December of 2006. For just over a year I wasn’t very serious about it. I would take a few photos at family events and some others here and there. I got my Nikon D60 on my birthday in 2009. Since that time I’ve taken just under 9,000 photos with it. (I just checked: exactly 8,888.) My interest in photography has continued to grow. The question is can I really call myself a photographer?
I need to stop being intimidated by this “Add New Post” page. For some reason I feel like I shouldn’t right if I don’t have anything of vast importance to say. But it’s just a blog; I don’t need to produce anything Pulitzer worthy, right? I’ve been tempted to post some random entries on my tumblr but then I remind myself that I have a blog for that sort of thing.
I’ve been avoiding writing. Some things have happened and I’m just not comfortable with talking about them in a public way. Weird statement for a blogger, maybe, but some things definitely don’t need to be said in public.
Being little and saying “I can’t wait to be a grownup!”? Hmm; pretty sure a punctuation perfectionist will get me on that one. Anyway, if you do, listen to me: find a way to travel back in time and tell your younger self to shut up because they don’t know what they are talking about. Point under consideration: Spring Break.
