I remember as a child, watching my Dad paint and thinking that had to be the most marvelous thing in the world, to have that kind of talent, to create something from a vision in your head for others to enjoy and love.
For a time it was my drive to do the same, but somewhere along the way I convinced myself that it was too hard. That I didn’t have the talent.
What I really wanted was to pick up a paint brush or a pencil and create something as easily as my Dad did, without having to practice, without having to work at it, or sacrifice to get that kind of skill.
Talent will only take you so far, the rest is blood, sweat and tears.
When I was younger I was consumed with creating art. I’d spend hours sketching, painting, trying to get the skill I wanted.
It frustrated me that I didn’t have the skill yet to create the visions I had, and so I stopped trying.
People tried to tell me that I was good, and I let me convince myself otherwise.
But I never stopped having that pang in my chest, whenever I saw something beautiful and thought to myself
“Man, I wish I could paint that!”

About katastrophes1

Kat is a 20 something girl stuck in a 40 something body. Mom to 3 kids, tormented and amused by 3 crazy dogs. Amateur photographer, self taught crochet junkie. Thinker of crazy thoughts. Where do they come from? Who knows where thoughts occur, they just happen!
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