When I was a little girl I dreamed that one day I would be a ballerina. I would put on one of my grandma's fluttery night gowns, and she would safety pin it up in the back so it wouldn't fall off. Then I would put on my little ballet slippers turn on some music and dance. Every time I visited my grandparents I would perform a show. They applauded, of course, and told me how fantastic I was. I thought, someday...I'll be amazing!
The thing is, I never took a single dance class. Not to mention the fact that I can’t dance. Like at all. In fact, I’m pretty sure you could compare my dancing to a half dead beetle bouncing around on the ground.
But, none of that mattered to my little girl self. She wanted to be a ballerina and when she was dancing there was no one better.
I feel the same way as a big girl about my photography. I know I’m not great, but when I have my camera in my hands I feel like a professional with a passion and there’s no one better.
My dream of becoming a graceful ballerina may not have come true, but I’m determined to become a passionate photographer with beautiful images to share.
I will be.
In the meantime while I wait, practice, and grow perhaps I’ll have a nice frosty beverage.
Here’s to making dreams come true!