I am getting ready to make the leap. I am on the precipice. I hear the siren song of the digital SLR and it makes me weak. I want this camera so badly I itch in the soul of my being. I am my 10-year-old self and it is Christmas and I am longing for that bicycle, that doll, that magic set, that whatever-the-heck-it-was that I wanted so badly.
And then I remember that I am an adult and I can just stroll down to the camera shop and buy the darn thing. I don’t have to be good. I don’t have to put it on a list. I don’t have to wait until December. There is no naughty or nice.
And then I am afraid that I don’t deserve the thing, that I will choose the wrong one, that there will be a better one in less than a year, that it will break, that it will be dropped on the cement and it will break and it will be my fault.
I am regressing.
I want this camera, and I regress when I want something big and expensive.
I am going to buy this camera dammit.