Acceptance

I've always loved to draw. I've always wanted to be creative. I'm happier, a better wife, mother, and friend when I'm creative. I've been stuck or "blocked" for years. 12 years to be exact. lol. The last drawing that I finished for myself, (just to draw, no assignment, no due date, no one asking me to draw this or that.) was when I was 14 years old. But today... I sat down and drew something, from start to finish in a couple of hours. A task I have never ever done. It took me longer to find something to draw then it took me to draw it. I now find the object I chose to draw very interesting. For two days, when I heard the little artist voice in my head saying, "Draw something, draw something, draw anything!" I'd randomly wander around the house, from room to room, looking for something to draw. In the end I'd find nothing that jumped out at me. Then this morning I opened the closet and sitting on the shelf was my cup full of paint brushes and calligraphy pens... I made the cup a few years ago in a ceramic class. I didn't think it was "good enough" to use out in the open so I hid it away in the closet to hold my forgotten art supplies. How fitting that I picked it! I had no idea at the time, but now it makes me giggle. So I drew my cup with it's imperfections and all. :)

I am too flawed to expect perfection from myself.
I am too old to be uncertain.
I am too young to be stagnant.

Yay for finally moving forward!