I'm an incessant dabbler. I've done only a few things consistently throughout my life and there are: reading, writing, and taking a really long time to get ready.
Jobs/experiences in which I have dabbled: competitive skiing (then I fell 80 feet off a chairlift and threw in the poles), competitive horseback riding (then I discovered boys), serious soccer player (ditto), beauty pageant queen (the $$$ helped put me through college), serious newspaper journalist (yawn), Roling Stone magazine intern (fun!), Universal Music Publishing Group intern/American Film Institute intern/cocktail waitress (all in L.A. the eventful summer of '05), promotional model (I've been a hawker of toilet paper, Mexican yogurt, chewing tobacco, insurance policies, and much more), newspaper sex columnist (almost thrown out of sorority, university), showgirl (actually pretty great!), philanthropist (started chapter of Amnesty International, etc.), and many, many more dabbles.
I also like to do “stints.” Places where I have stinted: San Diego (born there so probably doesn’t really count), New York City (a summer and a winter), Los Angeles (ongoing off and on), Madrid (six glorious months), Australia (a winter/their summer), Reno/Tahoe (home base), and stint dabbled in Wellington, New Zealand last year.
Why, you might ask, do I flit around so much? I suppose it’s because I like to gobble up experience like it’s going out of style. Don’t you just feel like there’s so much to DO?
Man, I could never get tired of life.