I wonder how many times I have heard someone say...I am not artistic, I can't even draw a stick person. I wonder how the person feels about themselves who is saying that in that moment. Just the same, I wonder if the person that is labeled "artistic" likes that too? I think we think too much sometimes about who we label ourselves as, with our gifts, with our talents. They are not magical powers but tendencies. I have always had artistic tendencies. My hearts desire has leaned towards markers and paint and glue and blank white paper. I have not always know what marks I would make on that paper but I have always known that it thrilled me to be around art.
I was talking with Milo the other day and he is just so frustrated with soccer. There are some super duper players on his team and it's his first time playing. He is frustrated because he plays and plays and never seems to get the ball, just a lot of running. We were riding bikes on the greenway yesterday and we watched the golfers. He almost was in tears about wanting to play golf at that moment. I told him about golf lessons. I explained that we have to finish soccer first and then we will get him a lesson. Milo has always talked about golf. I have always thought him too young. But as I put it out there, thinking about it I met a teacher willing to teach young young golfers. Milo's hearts desire is to learn, my hearts desire is to give him those opportunities. So, we will get him lessons.
I think my point is that the expressive part of ourselves is not a thinker, she's a feeler. The part of us that wants to run, paint, scream, sing, or do a cartwheel is not thinking about how she looks. The part that looks in the mirror with doubt is the critical part of ourselves. Stop listening to her, she is really getting in the way of your new ideas. Go out and learn something new today. Take a risk creatively, you know you have it in you-just don't think about it too much.
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