I face the same myself. 'tis easier fer me to 'xplain what I aint these days.
I aint a photographer. Period, end 'f story. Sure, I snap pics like a crazed lune with a full moon eggin' me'n. Hundreds 'f 'em daily 't times. Nature calls 'n I do my best to capture such. 're any gonna win a pulitzer prize? Fetch me a blue ribbon 't the county fair? Not hardly, but they do give folks a glimpse 'nto my world. They offer me peace'n days I struggle.
I aint a journalist. I dribble, but nothin' much 'f consequence. I've no great news, spins'n life that aint already been spoken/written, no brilliant plan 'f any sort to share with the masses. I try to do some lobbyin', doin't the best 'f my ability to try to preserve our lands/waterways/critters, etc. That'd jest be writin' though, nothin' journalistic 'bout 't.
I aint a quilter. Yepperz, I sew 'n 't times I make quilts. Used to do such jest outta necessity, that sewin' thingy. These days 't keeps me from needin' bail funds whilst I'm housebound 'n continue to battle insomnia. I used to clean to work off these frustrations, nearly drove the hubs nuts. He swears that's why there'd be holes'n the carpet 'n the counters 're wearin' thin.
The quiltin' don't e'en make sense to me?? One takes a perfectly good piece 'f sturdy fabric 'n starts whackin' such with scissors 're one'f those fancy rotary cuttin' thing-a-ma-gigs. Then they sew those pieces together. Then they cut said pieces 'gain 'n the whole process starts all o'er. The end results? 't times a work 'f art, sometimes somethin' very utilitarian'n mundane. Funny thingy bein' that'cha wind'p with a smaller finished 'product' than what'cha started out with originally.
The one thingy these've'n common though'd be they're'n outlet. One fer creativity, though e'en that'd be subjective.
Can we jest 'be', without all these labels? 'r 've we been brainwashed to believe we aint nothin' without 'em?
There'd be lots 'f folks out there who're pro-bloggers, photojournalists 'n the like. Here's what's new from a few 'f my favs: