Picture this…


after a long hard day of work, I come home like a old wet dishrag, slump into a Lazy Boy, and ponder how in the world my years of experience have not made me some kind of an authority on anything. everywhere I look, some super genius has a technologically superior website that makes me feel like a third grader at a talent show. sure, I can still write like I have at least half a brain, but the real world has forced me into making a living with somewhat lower level critical thinking skills. And always…there is someone above me making decisions on a level comparable to my dog’s IQ (if I had a dog, but I don’t have time for one). You would have thought Momma would have told me there’d be days like this….

So, every day, I do the same old thing…get dressed, eat some dippy eggs and buttery bread, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, open the door, close the door, go back and open the door, go back and put down the seat down…and finally, get my gear and head for the car…

now, my neighbor has a dog…Raymie…who never shuts up. He barks at mashed potatoes, he barks at running water, he barks at street lights, he barks at car doors. when I climb into my Wreck to go to work, he runs away from the fence and into the house and back out the front door to say good-bye. I appreciate it, because at least someone thinks I am a little more outstanding than a car door. But it shouldn’t be this way. I have talent. I have skill. And I have a longer attention span than a poodle…

But you wouldn’t know it, if I sat in the same room as these profiles you see online. no, you surely wouldn’t. so what if i am trilingual…they are the feckin’ easter bunny. and don’t you forget it. they will charge you $297 to show you how you can take photos that no longer look like Mister Potato Head in a friggin’ snowstorm. Color palettes of shades you never dreamed of because you were born in a hovel somewhere and your education never gave you a pallet, except one to lay on the ground. and your likes? right, they have enough likes from over 1.7 million subscribers, you will never be in their league. so how can I compete against these know-it-alls with mysterious acronyms behind their names?

sure, it may take me awhile…but after awhile, the reality beyond our temporal reality will kick in, and I will see things more clearly. I will remember again that I am certainly as valuable as that narcissistic eejit hawking earth-shattering photography lessons for hundreds of dollars online. No, I am not idiot. If I was, I might be spending thousands of dollars on a course of photography from a business-savy technophile making hundreds of thousands of dollars off of foggy-headed consumers. But I am not. I am not going to have any delusions of being the next Ansel Adams. I understand there are gifted people out there with thousands of dollars of equipment, while I am a simple gardener, happy to get a few crops in that produce a winner…

So I may never be a grand photographer, even outside my current career, but at least I know that, and do not present myself as something I am not. I sincerely hope that you do as I do, and be content to be you, the unique one God created you to be. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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