I'm just...not. Haha.
I can't draw, I'm a mediocre writer at best, I can't play an instrument, I can't cook, I can't can't can't sing and I don't think I can dance. I sure as HECK cannot take pictures.
I fail at all of the above things. But, you know what? It makes me happy! So what I'm not a DaVinci, or a Jane Austen, or a Mozart, or a Julia Child, or a Hannah Montana (she can sing and dance, so I'm using her! >_<), or a really good phtographer who I can't think of. I'm not good at those things, but it makes me happy. I love drawing stick figures and doodles all over my notes. I love trying to sketch something when I feel creative. I love writing with imagery. I love..well..I love music. I cook with love to please who I'm cooking for, that's the secret ingredient I learned from my Dad. I loving belting out a song, and I love studying dance/dancing in general! I love capturing the beauty in the world when I get a chance.
I know I complain A LOT about where I am. About how much I hate the sun. About how cold it gets. About how this how that, how everything. But in the end, I realize how much I like it (well...not those super sweltering hot days >.<>
And I'm going to capture and honor Him for his awesome perfection (who He is, and what He made) by drawing, by cooking, by singing, by dancing, by writing, and yes, by photography. I'm not trying to please anyone...well, maybe a little, but all in all, I'm going to do what I love so long it is right in his eyes.
And here's a somethingorotherwhatnotthing that I wanted to write. :)
The sun was just setting behind the vast ocean, turning the sparkling blue water into a majestic blue and green. Despite the hot day in good ol' Southern California the wind blew, creating the perfect breeze.
Shrugging on my black jacket I pulled the sleeves into my hands and joined my friends conversation. Today, I don't remember what we were talking about, but I do remember it was funny. When conversation died and the other kids moved on to play Frisbee or volleyball or sit and chat, I glanced out to the water that beckoned me. My eyes fell upon a boy sitting back on his elbows looking out at the sea. He was alone. Knitting my eyebrows together momentarily I made a face, wondering if he was okay. Perhaps he was just one of those anti-social people.
Shrugging my shoulders indifferently I walked in his direction, but not toward him. Sitting several feet away from him I drew my knees close to my body and looked out at the water, letting a hand idly sift through cold sand. Smiling to myself I closed my eyes and thanked God. Thanked God for the beach, for being where I was that summer day, and for good friends.
Opening my eyes I noticed movement from the peripheral vision. Turning my head I looked at the boy with the oddly dyed hair who had gotten up. His eyes met mine for a moment.
"Uhm, hi," I said in a lame and awkward voice, offering the smallest of smiles. I was still new and other people intimidated me. I did however, keep eye-contact with the boy, partly because I was jealous of the color contrasts of our eyes (I was dark where he was light), partly because he was oddly intriguing, and partly because I enjoy keeping eye-contact with people.
Offering a smile he repeated a "hello" as he dusted the sand off his jeans.
Little did I know he would mean so much to me later.
Before I could think of anything else as the boy walked away a friend came and sat beside me, looping her arm through mine, making me smile again at the blessing of friends.
:)
