Okay, you got me - blogging is not entirely new for me.
Over the last decade, I started a blog about linguistics. A blog about copywriting. A blog about learning corpus linguistics. A blog about learning Arabic. A blog about politics - don't even ask about the last one. I truly don't know. My main problem is that I possessed a certain lack of enthusiasm after day one of each new thing.
On 26th November 2012, I began a photography blog on tumblr. If you are willing to click on this link, you may notice three things:
1. My photography skills are somewhat lacking. Particularly for a girl who had, the morning prior to creating this blog, decided that being a photographer was an excellent career choice: one in which she could earn a ton of money while doing something she loves. In fact, it was a career choice that she should pursue that very day - BEFORE LUNCH!
I’m not saying that taking pictures is an unrealistic career choice. There are, of course, so many amazing photographers around and I would do just about anything to take just a single photograph that's half as good as one by the great Ansel Adams. In Northern Ireland alone we've got the likes of my two awesome wedding photographer sat Lifting the Veil and my very own cousin, Andrew, who started Smartsnap Photography and is so much better at photography than I'll ever be. The main hindrance for me is dedication. If there's one single quality that will never be brought up at the mention of my name over hors-d'oeuvre at the club, it's dedication*.
It wasn’t so much a career choice as a decision with what I should do with my day. So, on the 26th November 2012, I became a photographer…for a morning.
2. I managed to persevere with said photography blog for a full six photographs. I repeat SIX photographs.
The eagle-eyed reader may also note that all six photographs were posted on that very day, 26th November 2012 (and what a day that was). After that date, not a single post was made. I had lost all interest in photography and had moved onto my next career decision, most likely by the evening of 26th November 2012. Perhaps I had now settled on becoming a doctor or a marketing executive or a high school English teacher.
Prior to being told I had ADHD, this was a major problem. I had no idea what to do. Well, okay, everything was an idea. Any opportunity, whether it be a PhD in Anthropology at Brown University (yes, the ivy league that I had zero change of getting into nor could afford), or a job as a branding consultant in San Francisco, or a two-month Latin course in Cork, or a data analyst in Germany, or an English teacher in Saudi Arabia or as a photographer. To me, everything was there to be applied for. It felt like the entire internet of jobs and new opportunities was waiting for me to find it, apply for one, get it, and, stress over it. Deciding what do to with my life became my life.
This was obviously a problem. Rather than working harder on the opportunities that I actually did have, right there and then, I actively searched for new opportunities, which only led to new problems and new stress. This is how I spent every single day.
People who know me, often refer to me as their 'quiet' friend. I'm an introvert, not one for socialising. I go to bed early. I don't swear. Most importantly, being the life and soul of the party terrifies me to my very core. Due to these awesome social skills, I imagine that many people (more acquaintances than friends, or so I hope) see me as "boring". That's okay. I get that. But let me straighten this up right now. My brain is not boring. No, my brain is that 7-year-old hyper kid who is poking you in the head with their sticky fingers and meowing like a cat in your ear before jumping up and down, yelling at everyone in the room to listen to them impersonate Jar Jar Binks again. Yes. My brain's inward personality is my hyper little sister, Katherine's, 7-year-old outward personality. My brain constantly jumps from idea to idea, with every new idea fighting for my full attention. The photography blog was just another new idea that hit me like an all-encompassing brick wall on the 26th November 2012.
3. Why does this photography blog contain so many watermarks, haphazardly added to each photo, you may ask? Well, 26-year-old Beth thought: ‘why use one consistent font size and position when I could make each signature as unique as a snowflake?’
After all, I needed to do something to protect my images from being stolen by photography thieves. You know what they’re like. Always going after mediocre images without watermarks.
*Maybe one day I'll get an invitation to have hors-d'oeuvre at the club. I'm sure I'll fit right in.