Well, here it is, my step-out-of-my-comfort-zone to challenge-a-fixed-mindset project. And while my newly discovered skill will not feed the family, I am proud of what I accomplished, especially when a month ago, I could not have imagined making public something that I had drawn.
In all, it took me about four hours to get to this point, which I will call done. Art, like writing, I discovered, is never done, only due, and today it is due, so I called it good. My wife, without whom this would not have been possible, presented the possibility of my returning to it someday, to finish what I had begun, and while I nodded and smiled in response to her well-intentioned urging, I knew then–as I know now–it’ll probably never happen. But now, unlike before, the door is open, made so with “probably,” for before it would simply been, “never gonna happen.” So I guess I have grown, which was the point with this approach to independent learning in the first place. And this is what I hope my kiddos got out of the project, too.
And, so, I am excited today to see what they have created. I imagine I will have some tired stinkers on my hands, as they no doubt waited till the last minute to get done and now, too, are suffering from the effects of the vernal time change–alas, poetic payback for procrastinators.
Happy Monday, all.