My fingernails are caked in paint. Not like a pretty manicure, more like a mottled mess. But I don’t care because I love to paint.
This is new.
In the past whenever I’d try to paint, I would only see the mistakes. I’d think, “I’m not an artist.” And pack up my paints and brushes and forget about them. For years.
I asked the negative voices to take a break while I just played with my paints. I approached it a little more like I approach cooking: a little of this and a little of that and if it doesn’t turn out, it’s not the end of the world… you can always bake another cake later.
Like Julia Child said, “The grand thing about cooking is you can eat your mistakes.”
Of course, I can’t eat a bad painting but I can paint over it and start again.
With a playful, forgiving approach I learned that I love painting. I may never grow up to become Picasso, but it makes me happy. So I love what I love.
What do you love?