I dropped Malayna off at art camp this afternoon and saw an artist friend of mine there. She and I were talking about art and I said that I'm not comfortable painting. While I was driving home I thought, "that's ridiculous. I can paint! I just need to DO it." It's this thing I've been telling myself for so long that I don't even think about it: "I'm a designer and I can't paint." It made me think of that book The Secret. "The Secret teaches us that we create our lives, with every thought every minute of every day." If I keep telling myself that I can't paint, then I can't.
I got home, pulled out my tiny moleskin sketchbook, a Sharpie and some of Malayna's watercolors. I quicky drew a few shapes on the page and then filled them in with watercolor. It's not a masterpiece, but I was determined to put paint to paper today.
Do you not do things because you think you can't? Have you told yourself something so long that you've come to believe it?