But I digress. Back to my list: I've completed half a year of Journalism school and taken some archaeology and anthropology classes. I even had a brief period where I fancied myself a fitness instructor. Next year I have my sights on taking up archery (no pun intended).

After years of dabbling I have yet to find anything I am actually good at. Some would say I haven't stayed long enough with any of the aforementioned activities to become good. True enough. But, I guess I always thought that when I found what it is that I am meant to excel at, I would just know it immediately. Sort of like an epiphany. And I haven't felt that way yet.

When I was in school my teachers always commented that I was a natural writer. Maybe I was -  in my small town of 1200 people, where grades 1 through 12 went to the same school. It's not hard to be good among so few. But during the half a year I spent in Journalism school I quickly realized that I wasn't quite as good as my high school teachers led me to believe. That's when I began my lifetime of bouncing from one thing to another, hoping to find my one true 'talent'.  

Now things have come full circle and I have decided to give a concerted effort to the one thing that began my seemingly endless life of dabbling: writing. I'm hoping it will stick this time. I'll let you be the judge of that.