Photography wasn't exactly a choice for me. It was more like an obsession that would occasionally take over my whole being. It happened in my teens, my 20s, again in my 30s, once more in my 40s, and for good measure, one more time in my 50s. Now, however, it looks like this is what I'll do, what will define me. It finally stuck.
I'm good with that. Our passions are like highways that roll out into infinity, taking us somewhere we can't see or possibly know until we get there. It's almost as though we hit a fork in the road that goes in only one direction; the direction we are supposed to go.
This road isn't always smooth, sometimes the lighting is bad, occasionally it's hard to get traction, but it's still the only direction I can imagine moving in. It took me awhile to get to this place but now that I have, I think I'll stay the course.