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Dear Diary,

Blank Page taunts, "I dare you to draw!"

2/12/2021

 
Drawing that says
In the repetitive days of a pandemic, there aren't too many surprises, but yesterday I got one. Writing in my journal--as I do each day--I flipped through the journal and discovered that the second half of the journal was made up of blank pages. 

No lines!

I flipped through three more times in mild disbelief and a bit bewildered, "What do I do with blank, unlined pages? I'm not an artist--not a visual one. Or, at least, I don't consider myself a visual artist. But, the the thing about the unexpected is that it often presents an opportunity. It goes a little somethin' like this:
  1. Confusion at the interruption and change of expectation
  2. Excitement that I can be done with this journal earlier than expected because apparently I am a bit of a journal snob and I balk at this current journal because the pages are smaller, more narrow and the lines are more closely spaced than I prefer. Wow--what a snob!:)
  3. Judgement: How odd to have a journal that is half useless.
  4. Realization: I guess a person doesn't need lines to write--perhaps some prefer no lines. Hmm . .?
  5. Enlightenment: Maybe half the journal is to write and half is to draw.
  6. Doubt: I am not an artist. I have no use for those pages. They will remain blank.
  7. Reconsideration of my stubborn ways. Maybe I should draw even though "I don't." I could see those pages as an invitation to try something different, not a replacement but an aside--something complementary. I could try to sketch my creativity?
  8. Perhaps: I will accept this invitation, this challenge.
  9. How: I will doodle, draw, do whatever I want each day on one of the blank pages.
  10. Acceptance: What seemed weird, then a waste, then unwanted is feeling more like a win--a way to learn and explore creative expression from a different angle.

Sketch of the chair I write in.
How exciting during such a boring time of year. I think I'll start today. (I wrote this yesterday.) Bad art at its worst, but that's how a beginner begins in art, in music, walking, swimming, public speaking, parenting, styling hair, painting nails, cooking and doing life.

​We almost always start poorly and try again, work toward improvement, learn and hopefully we end better than we began.


​If we end worse off--time to try something else:)


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