So good. I’ve set some small goals for myself and have managed to stick to them. Situps and pushups each day. Painting each day. Just added “exfoliate” each day. I know that may seem silly, but it helps me to feel better when I look in the mirror.
I’m REALLY pleased with my painting efforts. Not that I’m creating masterpieces, but that I’m actually just painting. I have a tendency to avoid trying things I have not fully mastered, at least in the creative fields. If that makes any sense. Like I expect to be a full-blown master at something the first time I try it.
This is not the case with less creative endeavors, like I’d find in the safe confines of cubicle hell. It took me a while, but I eventually became quite confident in my abilities as an administrative assistant, even though I loathed the job. I came to understand that I was viewed by my co-workers as one of the best, if not the best, admins in the office. I had a professional demeanor and was technically much more than proficient. This was due to my natural curiosity, and unwillingness to let a challenge go. If I didn’t know how to do something on the computer, I figured out how. I ended up sometimes irritated with others who would come to me for help, having not even bothered to hit the F1 key first, which is how *I* initially learned. Google is for everyone, people.
I suppose it’s ridiculous to not approach art the same way. I would have been mortified to be so lazy as to give up the first time I tried, and failed, to accomplish something on the computer as part of my job. It was a point of pride to me to teach myself. So why am I so impatient about my art? Maybe I’m hung up on the notion of, you either have talent or you don’t, as if every painter I admire just picked up a brush one day and ‘BAM’, “In Blue” is born. It takes time, and I’ll never get better if I don’t work at it.