Mediocre-ly

I have these obsessions that come and go. Lately (as in the past two days), I've been all about writing letters to people. I've written about 5 and I can't wait to send them out in the mail tomorrow morning. I feel this urgency about my pen pals and it's cool but it's the same kind of feeling I get when I see a pair of shoes at Target that I want to buy but I know I probably shouldn't get. You know? Like this quick burst of crazed passion that you think you'll never be able to forget but then the next day you go to school and it's like you never even saw those expensive shoes at Target.
The letter writing, it all started because I was bored and then we went to the art museum and I found some cute postcards that you can color yourself and then I bought them and well. . .  here we are.
A bunch of people have given me their address and now maybe too many people have given me their address but I'm going to write as many letters as I can now; while I still have the steam to do it.
In a round about way, this is what I've been getting to. I'm a really enthusiastic person and I would say that I have some talents but I don't have Target-shoe-passion to carry myself through the years. I've learned how to do a lot of things because of it. I've learned how to crochet, how to knit, how to make jewelry, how to sew (1 quilt), how to do makeup, how to make friendship bracelets, how to watercolor, how to paint, how to play volleyball, how to cook, how to bake, how to take pictures, how to play the piano, and the list goes on. But the thing is, I can do all of these things mediocre-ly. and that's about it.
So, I'll write some letters and postcards to my friends and I'll send them off with all the sparkle and passion that I can muster but probably in a week or two I will lose all the excitement and I'll find something else to fill my time like maybe learning how to fox-trot or how to bedazzle a dish towel. I don't know. Hopefully you'll get a letter from me before I get too bored.