Maybe you aren’t a painter at heart, but a musician at heart. Or an engineer at heart. It’s something you love to do just for you, and it doesn’t matter your skill level, or if anyone else ever sees or hears you.
Is there something you love doing for yourself, and only for yourself? Like you have no ambitions to make a living from it? You don’t worry a bit about what others think about it?
I have something like that.
Painter at heart
I am no artist. I have no skill, no natural talent, and still plenty of respect for the people that do. And I never took an art class. Well, unless you count a little two day workshop when I was in grade school. Well, there was also this art class that was really a craft class. But I really have no training. I used to be frustrated when I couldn’t draw a proper hand and my faces looked like zombies, but now I just laugh at whatever finished product I have. Because I know that what I do art-wise is not meant to impress anyone.
It was back in high school when I discovered how cathartic painting was for me. I would grab a couple bottles of acrylic paint and a cheap paintbrush from the basement, and while listening to music, Adventures in Odyssey (I’m still such a kid), or just my thoughts I would proceed to paint a horrendous rendition of whatever image was in my head.
We can all pursue something we love, just for us. Even if we aren’t good at it.
Over the years I forgot how valuable painting was for me as I got busy with college and who knows what else. It wasn’t until last year that I wanted to start it up again, and my husband presented me with a complete paint set for my birthday. Not just the watercolors I wanted, but also oils and acrylics. So I’m back to creating monstrosities, but I feel so good about it.
I may be a musician by study, but that art form only creates stress in my life instead of releasing it. Some musicians use their music as a way to unwind and let go – good for them. I cannot. In my music it’s a constant struggle to improve, and I’m always fretting over how I sound, second-guessing my level of talent and how-in-the-world-did-I-manage-to-graduate-with-a-music-degree? But because I know I can’t paint, or draw, or sculpt, I feel no impending doom or self-doubt.
What is your release? The thing you do that’s only for yourself and that you may be terribly bad at?
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Maybe you saw that I did paint something that others see. It’s not impressive, but it did save money. Also read: DIY Headboard