Today I was thinking about what my thing is. What I mean is the thing that I fall back on, the thing I find myself returning to when life is great and when it’s difficult. I was wondering about the thing that represents flow for me – where ability and interest intersect and I become a functioning member of society both giving and exhibiting value.
At first I thought it was writing, but I quickly realized that wasn’t quite right. Then I thought it was students, but that concept fell short, too. Next I thought, well, my thing must be helping students write. I became so convinced of that concept that I began looking for images on my computer that represented that idea to me.
And that’s when I realized that if I base my thing on the pictures I take (which has both its pros and cons), then helping students write cannot be my thing. I couldn’t find one picture representing that idea.
I know; I know. Most people don’t have photographic evidence of them at work every day. And I should be excited that my job entails my passion for helping students learn to become better writers. But I want pictures!
As I scrolled through the photo library on my computer, I noticed that I take a lot of pictures of my family, of nature, and of architecture.
I certainly wouldn’t consider architecture my thing, but at least now I’m investigating what draws me to it and what meaning it holds for me. I suppose a picture really is worth a thousand words.
What’s your thing? Please comment to let me know.