The Art of Being Crappy at Something
There’s a hidden gift of not being immediately competent at an activity
So I downloaded Sketchbook for my phone. Needless to say, I’m happy it’s free, and I’m not wasting any paint as I doodle.
I’m a stay at home wife, and the time is both a blessing and a curse. Mostly a blessing, don’t get me wrong. But figuring out how to wisely use each minute can occasionally get a little…burdensome. I let the pangs of guilt get to me occasionally, and as my husband knows all too well, I have a tendency to chalk up my value as a person to how much money I can produce.
He tells me to knock it off (in a gentle way, of course), and that this free time is for healing, getting accustomed to the idea I am appreciated beyond whatever I bring to the table in terms of money, and to figure out what I really want out of life, which is definitely not a 9–5 office job.
I’ve never been short of curiosity or hobbies, so the days pass with little to no effort on my part to make the time zip by. I’m either writing, helping my mommy in law with household chores, watching something, playing games, or reading. I’ve always been fascinated by painting, so I figured tapping into digital art would be an interesting thing to do.
