One of the bravest things I’ve ever done was take a drawing and painting class. Every week I felt like I was drowning in the distance between the desire in my heart and the marks on the page. The lack of instruction left me feeling like the lifeguard was right there, improving her tan, gossiping with the other swimmers, not noticing or caring that I needed a life preserver, and I needed it now.
Every day I left that class crying. Every day.
Finally, my sister, who was taking the class with me, said, “Let’s just not go back. It’s too painful. It makes you sad every time.”
“That’s exactly why I need to keep going.”
And I did. Something in my heart needed to show up. Something in my heart needed the opportunity to find my way on the page, to heal my visual art heart.
It didn’t happen in that class, though I did learn some. And I’m still learning. Slowly, gently, I keep showing up to colour and paint. I try new teachers. I try new mediums. I try.
It takes bravery to listen to your heart.
It takes courage to cry and try. It takes gumption to show up again and again to the call, slowly, awkwardly, doggedly, fiercely.
You are your heart’s hero.
It’s up to you to take a step, to try a class, to write a page, to submit a piece. It’s up to you to figure out your camera, the pattern, the tech.
You don’t have to do it alone. There are great teachers, great coaches, great friends. There are tutorials and books and courses.
It’s up to you to be brave.
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