Talentless in a Recession

So. . .here I am.  December 2008 and I'm finally deciding to dip my toes into the shark infested waters of blogging.  Why now, you ask? Oh, I have a bevy of reasons.  First of all, I've found great enjoyment in reading other blogs. . .thank you NieNie, cJane and Emily Postal. . .for being the inspiration behind my industrious blogging adventure.  Secondly, my dogs.  I'm pretty sure that everyone else loves them as much as I do.  I mean, what's not to love about 3 barking, chewing, sock stealing, gas producing, bed-hogging dogs?  And last but not least. . .I need a talent.  Not that I'm a talented writer.  But I've really start thinking about my talents what would I really love to do if I ever lost my job.  What am I exceptionally, unequivocally fabulous at that I could turn into a job?  

And so I think. . .

Music?  I've always wanted to sing (does that count?).  I have an excellent rendition of 'If' by Bread that I can sing AND plunk out on the piano (at the same time mind you). But seriously, I can hardly carry a tune and my piano plunking is similar to Edith Bunker performing 'Those Were the Days' on All in the Family.  So. . .since my talent for plunking keys on the piano has been eliminated, the only remaining musical instrument I've attempted to play, besides the Fisher Price xylophone, is the bassoon.  And I was the 2nd chair bassoonist. But I was 2nd chair out of 2 bassoon players.  Next. . .

Sports. . .that's has to be it.  I love football and even understand it. I somewhat successfully play Fantasy Football, fantasize that I'm an Olympic figure skater and I was on swim team in high school. I even came in 1st place in a swim meet.  But then I remembered that the reason I came in first place was because it was a false start.  And I was the only one swimming.  Next. . .

Fashion. . .now that is something where I consider myself to be somewhat of an expert.  But I quickly realized that being an expert on shopping for clothing and being able to design, create and sew clothing is entirely different than pulling out the plastic and purchasing.  And then I remember 7th grade home economics class and the shirt I made. . by myself. . .with the upside down pocket.  Next. . .

Art.  That has to be it.  I have a great eye. . .or so I think. I can sign up on Etsy and sell my goods. But I really cannot make anything worthy of selling on Etsy.  I guess I have to make something homemade to be able to sell something homemade on Etsy.  Next. . .

 

So here I am. . .talentless in a recession. Kind of like Sleepless in Seattle. So here's to my pursuit of finding my inner talent.  Let's just hope it has a pleasant Sleepless in Seattle type ending.

Oh, and I've decided to leave my blog open for comments, kind words, encouragement, love, compliments, cash. . .you get the point.  Keep it nice.