I’ve started painting again. I visited Ania in Croydon and she pulled out watercolours. I’ve never used them but decided to give it a try. I love colours. It wasn’t my best work, but I loved how you can put a life on a blank paper. I went back home and decided to continue finishing my other painting which I started 3 years ago.
Those tangible, easy to start little projects painfully show you how lazy/unfocused you can be. If I spent few evenings on that painting – it would have been finished by now. If I studied Japanese for 5-10 mins a day since when I started Japana, I would have probably be comfortably writing/speaking in basic Japanese by now.
We always find a good excuse not to start/continue something (ah, painting is so messy and it’s already almost midnight, there is no point of putting all the stuff out and then cleaning them for ages). But once we do start, we get extreme satisfaction. Or not. Maybe we get annoyed that it didn’t work out / sounded like we wanted. But that’s ok. Because we can always start from the beginning. Lots of famous paintings are x-th layer of previous, imperfect trials. You pour a white paint and start from zero.
At least you tried, had (some) fun and learned something.
Little steps
