Or is it Divine Intervention?
Why do we do the things we do? Why do we feel about things as we do? We love people – and then love others. We choose careers – and then find new ones. We start new hobbies – and later find they are boring and search for new ones. We buy new shoes – and then toss them in the bin with the other 200 we already own. Are these things solely due to our own conscious decisions? Or is it our own evolution?
While I am guilty of all of the above, it's my career that has done a figure eight.
I started out loving photography. Learning “hands on” in the dark room developing film back in High School was great. I was “this” close to moving to New York City to go to College to study Photography – and then chickened out and stayed close to home. Some of you may have a hard time believing this, but I was truly, painfully shy in my younger days. Moving to a place where I would not know a living sole was too stressful for me. So...my career choice changed. Did I mention I was only 17 when I entered college? Too young to know what I wanted to do – or know better, right?
After a few different rounds of education and careers (Travel Agent, Teaching, Accounting), I am back to my first love – Photography. Or am I??
There is a man at the Vatican who has the most incredible job in the world and it is right up my alley!
The Key Holder! Sounds like some god or super hero.
It is what I want to do - walk around in solitude gazing on works of art by the Masters. AND get paid for it. It is the perfect job for me. I would need to brush up on my Italian and Latin but I'm a quick learner..! Funny side note – I have a fondness for keys. Not car keys, not keys to the front door. Antique keys. Skeleton keys. And of course, Tiffany keys – but that's another story...
Photography is Art. You either have an infinity to Art or you don't. Where does it come from?
I believe, just like your eye color, height, sexual orientation and “left brain/right brain”, it is genetics. Did I choose to love Art? I do love it but I do not believe I chose to. It is Evolution – and genetics passed down from my mother – and someone passed it down to her.
I chose different careers but Photography chose me. Figure eight.