Our garden club meeting yesterday ended my tenure as president. This is a position we pass around with about as much enthusiasm as a young southern girl has about the prospect of meeting her new beau's Yankee mother for the first time. At the end of the meeting, one member, a very proper southern lady turned to me and said, "You did a grand job this year. You are so organized." I thanked her and commented that it wasn't a hard job. Then she continued, "What will it be next - you have your photography and you have written a book?"
That got me thinking. My Daddy had a saying a "Jack of all trades, but a master of none." And, even better than that, the reality is I am still unemployed. So it doesn't matter what hobbies I attempt, I will starve with creativity. The streets of Paris are filled with such examples.
So it all goes back to my standard answer when someone comments on some talent I have (after I have thanked them profusely) - "Well that and .75 will buy you a cup of coffee at Hardees." ie It may be pretty, intriguing, and entertaining, but it still doesn't pay the bills.