Jack of all trades, master of none, but better than a master of one.
Though the old adage is often abridged, I like to emphasize that last phrase.
Better than a master of one.
I never had the opportunity to be a child prodigy, and in adulthood, I’ve been blessed/cursed with a passion for many things. I’d read about a dazzling young Mozart as a kid, or an Olympian whose parents shepherded them along the path to greatness from birth.
My parents were cattlemen, not shepherds, and the only ice skating I ever did was on a bumpy, willow laden creek in the pasture. Not exactly the venue to hone one’s triple axel.
By the time I was ten, I knew the prodigy ship had sailed, but since I was toggling between career paths from poetry to geology to casino cloud painting, I decided it was better that I never compromised my freedom for a chance at figure skating glory.
All these years later, I still haven’t nailed down a single vocation. Though clouds on casino ceilings have since gone out of vogue, I haven’t strayed far from my Nevada roots.
My ancestors came out West in the 1800’s, and learned to do a little bit of everything out of necessity rather than luxury. I indulge in my share of handicrafts and hobbies, and I’d totally churn my own butter if a milk cow would fit in my apartment. Beyond the appeal of a homespun esthetic, my work in many fields has been out of necessity too.
Cobbling together a creative income in a city like San Francisco is one of the most challenging and rewarding things I’ve done. If you ask me what I do for a living the answer will vary day by day.
I have spent a couple years as a commercial model (mostly slangin’ jeans at Levi’s), and still stand in front of a camera occasionally if the price is right. I’ve found extra work as a freelance writer, Yosemite tour guide and nanny, and never shy away from an opportunity to avoid the shackles of traditional employment. I’m not a specialist in any field, but I’m pretty content with my creative life path.
The abyss of adulthood will always be out there, no need to rush in. . .