Over the last few weeks, I've really wanted to sit down with my watercolours and create something. After talking myself out of it many times - as I always do unfortunately, especially with things in which I have little or no experience - this weekend I finally did. Unsurprisingly, in the beginning I didn't like what was showing up on my paper at all, and I almost wanted to give in and quit a few times. I kept going though and, by the end, I was so happy I did, because I really love the finished piece. It's no work of art by any means, but looking at it makes me smile, and that's all I ever want from something I create.
That day, I remembered for the first time in a very long time a beautiful part of my childhood. Back then, I loved painting and whenever I felt like it, I would take out my watercolours and paper, and start mixing colors and filling the white space with them, without even a thought of not being talented enough or fear of creating something ugly ever crossing my mind. That's what I want right now too - that childlike spirit and openness to whatever is about to emerge, and trust that something - anything - will indeed emerge.