I have always wondered if I had a mission. I realize now, literally after years, that collecting experiences is probably what I was supposed to be doing all along.
For example, When I was in 7th grade, my dad signed my brothers and me up for an early-morning, before-school typing class. WHY, I asked. His reply, "When you're older, it may come in handy." As it turns out, I love to write, and though I can wield a pencil pretty well, I prefer to type.
Another example, When I was in 8th grade, we were assigned a poem to memorize. I am normally a timid person, but I was determined to put life into that poem. When I stood to give my version of "Annabelle Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe, the earth seemed to stop on its axis. Today, when I read stories aloud to children, that experience has helped me be a better reader, and I watch to see if the earth stops spinning for my listeners.
Another example, Several years ago, I thought I wanted to be a photographer. So I bought a camera and a few lenses, and I took a couple of courses. End result, I learned about depth and focus and background. And though I was pretty good at it, it wasn't my calling, but it has helped me in my writing to envision appealing book covers.
Another example, Later, as a teacher, I was put in charge of the yearbook. I knew nothing about layout and design. But I learned, and that knowledge has helped me in my writing to design better books.
And lastly, reading has been a life-long passion, and that has helped me to learn how to create stories that will entertain. My path continues.
P.V.A. 2024 06 13
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