Day 55 – Keeping with that whole past/present/future thing from yesterday, my day had a dose of each. It’s amazing how the older stuff makes my shoulder blades stiffen and my mind scrunch up. When I think of the unknowns of the future, for some reason, it’s much more easy.
In the present, work was work and I got a call from the car dealership. Heroic Keith called to ask if I was planning to drop my car off. I explained that I had done that on Saturday and am driving their shiny silver loaner car. Keith said he would have to find my car. I asked him if I got to keep this one if it turns out they lost mine. He said he’d get back to me on that. At home I was able to rejoice over junk mail and credit card offers but not one invitation to get myself set up for cremation. (Last year’s birthday brought an onslaught of offers for retirement homes and crematoriums. Eww.)
Onward into the past. If I am to sort out my computer and craft space, I must own up to the pull of my soul to create some art. I can tell you that it was late in my junior year of high school when I stopped drawing and painting. Life was not much fun then and there were few successes, but art was always safe. One day we were working on water colors and mine was not transparent but my instructor took time to really look at the work and tell me to forget about the rest to just–go for it. It was the first time anyone afforded me that. About 10 minutes later his student teacher rounded the room, came upon my work and said–No! It’s supposed to be transparent! Then he proceeded to splash water all over my work and muss a brush through it. I picked up my things and left the class. I never went back and I never painted again. Wowser, I showed him. I’m sure it didn’t ruin the life of the student teacher who most likely didn’t know my name to start with and certainly forgot it later that afternoon. Yes, to show him what-for. I deprived myself for all these years to nobody’s loss but my own. I have no idea how well or poorly I am going to do when I pick up a brush again. I just know how incredibly foolish I feel for taking away from myself something I loved. The doofus student teacher was just learning his job. I stopped my own enjoyment, my own opportunity. And I may discover that I am truly awful at this but I am ready to cross the bridge from past to future and find out.
Ah, the joy of discovering that the obstacle in my path is me.