Now that I have come to terms with the fact that I will never be a millionaire, it’s time to look at things from a different perspective. ;)

I’ve spent a big part of my life doing the same thing, teaching. Not that I complain, on the contrary, I’m keen on working with people, I’ve met a group of people who share my interests, and, most importantly, I adore my students. Maybe this word is too strong, but yes, I like them very much. I’ve always liked spending time with younger people, they are idealistic and look forward to what life can bring.

There’s, however, one thing about my job that sometimes gets me down – I’m not getting younger and I certainly don’t have much time to think of who I’d like to be when I’m old. Do you remember the drawing your teachers asked you to make that would show you in the future? Something that at the time seemed completely unreal and light years away. I had this beautiful box with crayons my mom bought me for my birthday and I drew myself in front of a huge canvas on an easel, surrounded by buckets filled with paint. I don’t know why buckets, I guess I wanted to have loads of paintings.

Well, who knows, maybe I should have gone to the university of fine arts, maybe I would have it in me, but I suppose I’ll never know. This is something I truly regret, I only have one life and I can’t spend it studying all the things I’d like to. Painting, photography, history, journalism, cultural studies, to name just a few.

Fortunately, my husband (who is of course younger than me) is a pretty creative person and he’s come up with an idea how to rediscover me. It was simpler than I thought, actually. He borrowed me his computer, as mine was too weak to handle such a demanding program, and opened Photoshop. The rest is obvious – Scott Kelby’s books from Amazon, some old photos that needed enhancement, and for the first time in many years I felt like a child in a candy store, happy and excited. The Internet is bursting at the seams with tutorials and inspiring materials, so looks like I have no other choice but to learn. Oh, poor me. ;)

Now it all makes sense, I’m going to be a painter, not a traditional one, but still a painter. Challenge accepted, I like this new perspective.