My camera went dysfunctional on me during our LA trip. The pictures from the BBQ turned out horrible so I’ll have to post pictures from Dean’s camera later on. I’ve spent the last few days reading camera reviews and wringing my hands over what I can afford.
During the BBQ, I was talking to my high school friend Joe who had mentioned his career kept track with what he did in high school yearbook. He took pictures and made decisions on the layouts. I was the business manager. Granted I am the worst person to seek advice on investments, it’s interesting that I got an MBA and work at a bank. And I’m good with managing money, but I think that has more to do with my parents being immigrants and molding me to their strict finances versus inherently knowing what to do. Then there’s Marc who was the yearbook editor and has found a career in brand management and design consulting. Fascinating, right?
There is a scene from my childhood that recently has been floating in and out of my thoughts. We took my sister who’s older to swimming class and I remember pouting and being upset because I had to sit there in the stands with my mom. Just staring. I don’t know whether it was my mom who talked to one of the instructors or whether the instructor pulled me out of the stands. But the instructor brought me up to the deep end of the pool and asked, “Are you going to be ok learning and being in the deep end?” I had never swam before, but nodded enthusiastically because I had no fear.
I want to be like that again.