The beauty and the pitfall of the internet is that it caters to my border line attention deficient personality. The good (and bad) thing about it is that I’m not alone.
Here’s a questions for the bloggers out there. How many blogs do you have?
Did you start one blog, only to realize you had additional interests that didn’t quite fit into blog number one so you decided to start blog number two? Then on a whim, blog number three popped into your head. As time went on, you realized that blog number one is your “true love” and you decide to go back to number one to revamp it. Sound familiar?
Webmasters, you don’t get off the hook so easily either. How many websites do you have? Hmmm…..
The internet has made it easy for folks to cater to and get paid for their every whim and interest. It’s the one place where attention deficient tendencies are okay.
It’s not so easy to do so in the brick and mortar world. Try it. Imagine starting a job one day only to develop interest in another job, so you leave job number one to start job number two. Hmmm, job number two is okay, but you’ve suddenly developed an interested in job number three, so you leave job two for job three.
That won’t fly for a second in the real world.
Is it good or bad?
I’m not condoning or criticizing the behavior, I’m just pointing out that it’s a fact of life, and I’m learning to embrace the things that come naturally and work with them.
Some people are fortunate enough to know from a very early age what they want to be in life. My father, for instance, knew from the time he was little that he wanted to be an Architect, so that’s what he did.
Watching an interview the other day on TV Ellen Degeneres interviewed Cher. Cher mentioned that she new at the age of 4 that she wanted to sing and be in show business. There are countless stories of inspired and motivated individuals who knew from young what they wanted to be when they grew up. Unfortunately, I’m not one of those individuals.
So, to accommodate my hither and yon personality, I guess the only sensible profession for me (one that incorporates my attention deficient tendencies) is freelance writing. Where else can I spend time learning about anything and everything and get paid for it? Today the mating habits of the naked mole rat and tomorrow an in depth expose on whether or not women with big feet are truly happy.
The possibilities are endless
While chronologically I may be over the hill (at least my kids think so), physically I’m not growing any taller (and prayerfully not growing any wider), mentally, emotionally, spiritually and in all the ways that truly matter, I’m still growing. To have “grown up” is to have reached the end of the line. As long as there’s something to learn…I’m good to go!