Finding My Niche

Sometimes I feel I will never discover my niche.  You know what I mean…find something I’m good at.  Some folks even use that buzz word passion.  God knows, I’ve tried.  I’ve been casually searching all my life and hard at it now for the better part of a year.  Let’s see.  Follow me if you can.

 The band (Go Figure?) has been a great source of entertainment for all of us.  Billy on piano, MikeG on drums, MikeC on lead guitar, Douglas on trumpet, Phyllis on African drum, Jessie and George on sax (GJ sometimes on guitar and piano)…and then there’s me.  I started on bass guitar, moved to drums, now I’ve been put on bongos.  I guess the consensus is I can’t do too much damage banging away.  It didn’t hurt my feelings, really.  Lately I’ve tried my hand at pottery classes.  I’ve got a couple of mugs, a bon-bon dish and 2 art deco fish to show for my investment.  I don’t have any hidden talent with clay.  No surprise there.  Let me not forget to mention my knitting classes.  The scarf I labored on all winter would hang to Wilt Chamberlin’s feet and the hat is nothing to brag about.  It fits if I roll it up and up and up.  It makes my head look like a beach ball.  Clearly not my talent.  Just this week I signed on for a watercolor painting class.  The instructor lost me on the first theory spill discussing perception….horizons and vanishing points and so forth.  Please just hand me the brush and let me go at it.  It’s a work in progress but not holding much promise.  No surprise there.

So that leaves me still searching.  I wonder if reading counts?  I do love to read and I do know how to read.  Check.  Reading can lead to writing and I’ve been doing a bit of that lately.  Check.  I’ve written a children’s book about a fox.  Check.  The topic certainly is not one I planned and carefully chose.  It’s fair to say it strolled into my life.  So maybe I need look no further, instead embrace what has come my way.  It must have been there all along and just seemed too daunting.  My epiphany?  Writing is one heck of a lot easier than playing an instrument, throwing a pot, knitting a sweater, or painting a masterpiece.  It just may be my passion.