Time...there is never enough time.
I will never be an amazing painter. In fact, I will never be an even decent painter! I'm not sad to admit it...painting well requires a patience I don't have. It's fun, but I don't plan to ever be better than what 3 grade finger painting level.
But there are many activities, many version of myself, that I often shy away from, because it would require real effort into the things I really am good at. The things that I dream about being. As Alex would say, 'You want to be a writer, a poet, a director, a dancer, a musician....' because sometimes, I have too many projects on the go, and maybe not enough of them get done to completion.
But often I find in doing one creative project, I turn towards another thing, where I'm lacking a skill that would make my current project easier, and so on it goes. The work of a creative person, or someone who enjoys 'the arts' never ends. Because to even get to a level of 'good' we have to do millions of practice sessions. And even with that, hopefully we have talent, connections, luck, etc. to turn it into something as a hobby or even a career. Because the work I really enjoy isn't always the job that makes the most money. And that part sucks a bit.
I read a really interesting book a while back....something my mom sent me. In it, a man left a very good paying job, to be a local town hockey coach. He earned very little, but he was living his dream. In the next few years, he became the hockey coach of team Canada...something that wouldn't have been possible without personal sacrifice. Sometimes dreams with real outcomes require hard, difficult changes to become the very best.
In a word: the time we most spend doing the things that matter, the choices that matter, will move us forward into the person we are meant to be. We will not be perfect, but it is possible to be a version of ourselves we always imagined....if we make the time.
