i am a writer, a photographer, a traveler. a wild, tangled beast of a thing that is trying for so very many things.
i wrote and illustrated my first book, the billy goats gruff, in grade two.
my favorite subject in grade three was spelling. my little friend erin would show me her papers and i would point out all the spelling errors before she brought her papers to the teacher.
i took a picture of my parents on a ferry in british columbia when i was eight or nine. when they took a look at it, they said i had an eye for it. it must have just been centered or something, but i never forgot that comment.
i sweat for years trying to figure out what i was good at, what i would become.
i went all the way to africa with the full intention of becoming an interior designer when i returned.
that never panned out. and i should have taken the “what i am passionate about” hint as i wrote every day in my journal on our three-month missions trip. a few weeks later i ended up in a west side basement classroom taking journalism.
and now when i think about it, those little things i naturally started doing when i was so young, those seeds, might have been indications of what i was always supposed to be doing. fiercely coloring in a goat’s hoof and putting words between their teeth might not have been just a school project for a girl wearing polka dot hats and fluorescent tweety bathing suits.
as for the whole travel bit. i turned down a college acceptance letter a few years ago to take my first trip to africa. the rest really is history, and on february 25, 2010 i wrote about a fifth return to the continent to fulfill my absolute dream of writing for a non-profit during the world cup.
this is what i said at the time:
“i have no idea how i’m going to afford that one or how the logistics will pan out, but i’ll be there. and that’s pretty much an easy sentence to sum up the past five or so years. i didn’t know how i’d do it all, afford it all, see it all, but if you want something bad enough, you’ll figure it out.”
i count it one of my greatest blessings that even though i couldn’t afford it (i can never afford it) and i wasn’t going on a guarantee and wasn’t sure of a whole lot, that God figured it out. and got me there.
after spending the rest of the summer backpacking with my little brother, from zambia to kenya, stopping with him in england, then visiting our younger sister in ireland, He now has me here.
and he’s had me here for nearly two years. i’ve officially signed on for one more year in this mountainous, rain-cloud on the west coast and then who knows.
it’s all yet to be spoken for.
which is great.