#Openbloghop: What did you want to be when you grew up versus what you are today?
I always wanted to be a writer though before I got the idea of writing, I wanted to be The Lone Ranger and be a horseback-riding crime fighter in the Old West. Briefly, I though may a ballet dancer, but an utter lack of talent ended that in a hurry. Once I got a camera in my hands, I knew I would be a photographer … but always I wanted to be a writer, musician, and artist. Photography became my art and I played the piano reasonably well. Mostly though, I knew I would be a writer. I didn’t know what kind of writer. Maybe a great author? Nope. My forte was not novels, but non-fiction.
I was a professional writer for all my professional life. Sometimes I was an editor and frequently, I did both at the same time. Photography was my hobby and remains so. For many years, I was also a pretty good pianist. I was not a professional-grade, but I was good at Scott Joplin and always ready to bang out carols at Christmas parties.
These days, staying alive is my primary goal. I write for this blog and take a lot of pictures. Top of the list? Birds and flowers.
I no longer play an instrument. Arthritis in my hands has made performing impossible and painful, but that isn’t especially unusual for a pianist. Playing piano is hard on hands. I started playing when I was only four, so my hands took a beating through the years. Add to that typing and eventually, the computer, my hands have lasted longer than I expected. If I’m careful, I can still use them.
Funny how retirement makes future plans and ambition pointless. My plans are no more than five years long. I don’t know if I’ll be around that long, but I live in hope. I’m pretty happy where I am, except for the government (they make me grind my teeth) and the roaming virus that would like to kill me.
So effectively, other than music, my life has been what I wanted it to be and probably will continue more or less — assuming I stay alive — the same. I’m satisfied. I did what I wanted to do and did it well enough to be proud of my work.
I didn’t become a great author, but that’s okay. I was good at what I did and I think I’m even better now.
April 8, 2020
What did you want to be when you grew up vs. what you are today?
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Categories: Author, Blogging, Marilyn Armstrong, Photography, Writing
Fun to look back on our ambitions and measure how we did. I have a violin upstairs that I still want to play..and I need to learn so much more to paint.
Leslie
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I just happy to get my house clean
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That isn’t going to happen here for awhile…a little each day…
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I wanted to be an archaeologist. I ended up a parole officer, and later a drug counselor. I did get to follow my old dream a bit though and was an assistant (volunteer) at a dig in Israel…….
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We do the best we can.
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Israel is a great place to dig. You ALWAYS find something. The entire country is a giant Tel.
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