I took the Offspring to one of those paint your own pottery places today. We've been to them more than once in the lifetime of the Offspring, but this was the first time one of them didn't say, "I'm done." two minutes after we got there. We painted for about an hour or so, and that place was packed! It looks like everyone is getting a little bit stir crazy. My friend met up with us. She has two offspring too, but hers are still pretty little, and one of them said, "All done!" before the other one had picked out her paint colors. It was so relatable.
I have been painting lately which is TOTALLY weird. My Dad is an ACTUAL artist. His paintings are lovely and people are actually willing to PAY real money to own them. My paintings do NOT fall into that category. I just enjoy painting lately. It isn't something I've ever spent much time doing, but now I find it relaxing and it fills in that time that I used to spend on homework - LOL!
I am NO Grandma Moses, though. It isn't like I discovered my secret talent. This isn't the start of my NEW, AWESOME CAREER. Remember when you were young and would take on something new and you would convince yourself that THIS was going to be your champion moment? It would be like a movie - someone would see your new skill - ukeulele playing, or golf, or singing, and they would OFFER YOU A MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT! Your greatness finally discovered! Maybe that was just me -- and I blame Disney ENTIRELY!!
The world around us seems to put a pretty big emphasis on being the best - especially being the best when you are young. "My kid can read and she's only 8 months old!" or "My kid is bowls 200 every game and he just turned 4!" I get obsessed with being the best, sometimes. Back when the Husband went back to school to become a mechanic, I picked up a second job waiting tables. At first, I was determined to be the BEST WAITRESS EVER, and then I realized that it would be okay if I wasn't the best at something. I mean, I already had a career, and wanted to focus more on being an effective teacher -- being a waitress was secondary. I worked hard to do my best all the time, but I was a new waitress and made mistakes. I learned to be okay with that. It was probably the very first time in my life that if someone had told me I was a pretty mediocre waitress, I would've been content. I didn't have to be perfect. It was pretty cool.
Now, I can create a water color painting that looks sort of like I intended it to, and just enjoy it. Of course, I'm on vacation right now so that might also help my overall mood, but the idea that I can just like something because I like it - without having to be the best, or building a business from scratch based on it - that's okay too.
I suppose it is sort of like this blog. I write it because I enjoy writing it, and that is enough.