On our cruise I tried a few painting classes. I loved them.
I loved the colours. I loved the creative outlet and I loved that unlike other art forms, if you don’t like your painting, it doesn’t mean you’ve failed, it just means you’re not finished yet.
I liked painting so much that I came home and bought supplies to continue my new creative endeavour. And there they sit, waiting. Not for inspiration, but rather for the confidence to get going…
Maybe I won’t be as good when I’m not on the high seas. I’ll do the dishes first. Or the laundry…
Sigh. This feels very familiar. Maybe if I start enough projects I’ll accidentally finish one of them while I’m avoiding the others…