Sounds very Wilde-esque, I know. (How do you turn names into adjectives, anyway? Are there rules for that? Wildonian?) Back to my point:
Because of my rapid fascination with almost anything, I have a great many interests, very few of which get seriously developed. Take sports: I've played/ran/done volleyball, basketball, track, soccer--if only intramural, ultimate frisbee, climbing, gymnastics... and I'm anywhere from terrible (soccer) to fairly decent, but never have I been really great at any of them, nor do I expect to become so.
And then there are all those other things I like to do... dance, music, woodworking, cooking, sewing, painting, drawing, writing...the list goes on and on. As I said, obsessed with everything.
Yet because of this, I will never specialize and become an "expert" at any... (a friend pointed out that, "specialization is for insects." and thus I need not strive for such a thing.)
I'm convinced that the only way I'll ever become a pro salsa-dancer is just to dance, dance, dance. Or a "real" writer: I must write ALL the time! But I get so distracted by all the other things I want to do/learn! I suppose this is the axiom we learn from the "Jack of all trades, master of none" idiom. Which I like to do a gender reversal on, with a comical outcome: "Jill of all trades, mistress of none." Not exaactly the same connotations, eh?
Anyway, back to learning a Dispatch song on Mom's guitar...
