No Time Like the Present

 

Lately, I've been describing myself as someone who knows a little bit about a lot of things.    I'm living a "here's-all-you-need-to-know-about-X-to-get-by" kind of life.  Fake it 'til you make it, ain't working for me any more.  Sometimes, it's like I'm about to travel abroad and all I learned to say is "Where's the toilet?" and "Your mother smells like goat testicles" in a variety of languages .   You know, the bathroom location and bathroom talk,  the essential traveler phrases. 


I'm not really satisfied with that.  


So, I've been thinking about all of those things that I know a little bit about and the things that I know how to do just enough of.  I'm thinking, if you'll indulge the language metaphor a bit more, I'm ready to be fluent in something. 


French. Writing.  Photography. 


Three things I really enjoy.  Three things about which I know a fair amount, though I have yet to learn the word "testicles" in French. 


I know what I want to do. Now, to get to the business of doing it and doing it with purpose.  Learning more about these things, dare I even say mastering them, this is going to be my focus.  


A year from now, I could be living in Paris, working on my second book and taking photos of the girls as they run through the Jardins des Tuileries.  And by the way, I would never tell someone that "ta mere sent testicules de chevre" unless they really had it coming.