Am I a Blogger Too?

I think I'm a boring person. Yeah, I know...that's got to be the world's worst introduction to a blog but I'm telling you this so that you can appreciate why I am compelled to start writing a blog in the first place. Everyone around me is talented. Seriously talented. We're talkin' prized poets, knitters your grandma would envy, mind blowing musicians, gifted athletes, artists, gourmet chefs. The list goes on. Then there's me.

All of these people are in fact MY friends...so there must be something that I contribute...but whatever my talents are, they aren't your run of the mill, obvious ones. I'm a mother (a pretty good one I think), a wife (a damn good one-I'm sure), a teacher (on hold for the moment), but at the end of the day, when the kids are in bed and I've finally got some time to myself, I'd like to do something more. These days, I'm a couch potato and an i-phone addict. B-O-R-I-N-G. I've attempted (half-assidly) to find a hobby, but for the life of me, I have not been able to find something I like. Oh the stress of trying to find a damn hobby!

I'm not an artist. My artistic abilities could rival those of a kid in Grade 1, but definitely not Grade 2. I know, I've taught both grades. The mere fact that I have even attempted to find my inner artist makes me shake my head. I don't think art is supposed to make you feel THAT incompetent.

I've often said that I'm creative but without the skills to express said creativity. This idea became evident during my tour of the music world. When I was little, my Mom insisted that I take piano lessons. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy piano, I did, but, to make a long story short, I could not read music well. Even after several YEARS of piano lessons, I was illiterate.

But I faked it well. I even won my class at the Kiwanis Music festival one year. Why? Because the judge recognized my musicality (if you can't make sense of a time signature, you're bound to make the music sound unique?). No, I could feel the music - just like my two year old who desperately wants to talk, but doesn't have all the words yet. He makes up his own language and I totally get it!

I am most envious of my friends who can write. In school I found writing to be a chore and often it was contrived. I knew the formula, but hid my voice (kind of the opposite of my music experience). Nevertheless, I did well and I was told by many teachers that writing was my forte. So, when I see and hear what my friends are writing, I harbour a bit of guilt because I wonder if I could possibly have some kind of hidden talent as a writer? Until now, I've been too lazy to test it out and to be honest, I'm not even sure that I have the stamina to write a regular blog. So, this will be a personal challenge for me. Who knows where this will lead? Maybe (God willing and the Creek don't rise) blogging is my hobby!