Vickie_Vic

Taking pictures was my favorite thing to do. I would take hundreds of pictures each year until I lost my zeal for it. I still love it and do it as much as I can but not as much as I would like to. There’s beauty everywhere in the world. This became more than a hobby in my teenage years. Everyone at church looked to me as the unofficial church photographer. Then all of a sudden, everyone else wanted to do it to. After a while, no one cared about my pictures and some would get angry when I took them so I stopped. I need to start doing it again for me. Taking pictures makes me happy and I should do what makes me happy. I am going to start working on it. I have at least 5 cameras just sitting around collecting dust. I’m going to do it! I’m going to start immediately!

As far back as I can remember, all I have ever wanted was to have a family of my own. I had a plan in mind which didn’t work out. I wanted to marry by the time I was 23, have children by the time I was 25. My plan most centered on the children. I never wanted to be an old woman having babies. By old I mean late 30s, early 40s. I know that’s not old but to me, it’s too old to start a family. I’m already over 30 and just met an amazing man but how do I know that he is the one? Even if he is, I don’t know how long it will take before we get married and how much more time will pass. Or will it ever happen? I don’t know. This is the kind of thing that you can’t make happen. I could force it but then I won’t be happy I will have a broken, disfunctional family. It’s very depressing that I never got the only thing I truly wanted in life and may never get it.

I have so much in me that should be shared with the world. I used to visit chatrooms and message boards just so I could offer advice to people struggling and in need of help. I’m not bragging but not one of them that took my advice ever complained that it didn’t work. Of course, some asked but didn’t follow. Several people wrote emails to thank me for the advice I gave them because it really helped them in their situations. I have wanted to be a writer ever since I was a teenager and even won several essay contests. I just never know where to start to make it happen for me. People say that the best jobs are the ones that you love. This would be the best job ever! You have to start somewhere. Who knows what doors this will open?