Monday, July 20, 2020

Who Defines You?


A-Plus Choices

“We are traditionally rather proud of ourselves for having slipped creative work in there between domestic chores and obligations. I’m not sure we deserve such big A-pluses for that.”
Toni Morrison

          When I was a young person, a child really, I wanted to dance. Craved dancing, with the ballet shoes and tutus. I wanted to be a ballerina so bad I could taste it. Later, I wanted to write books. I even wrote a whole (sappy) book at thirteen. Later still, I wanted to paint, to be an artist. One of the first classes I took Freshman year in college was an art course in sketch drawing. All of those passions were discouraged, and even at times disparaged. We couldn’t afford the lessons, the equipment, the clothes—so I abandoned those dreams. Instead, I became a teacher, a counselor, and finally, in my late 40’s, a massage therapist. In the middle of all that, I married and had two sons. I loved all those jobs, adored being a mother (still do) and considered my life truly fulfilling. Still, I squeezed in time for my art—around the edges of everything else. Literally, around the edges—you should see my notebooks—drawings in all the margins of class notes. Sometimes I even broke out into journals, wrote in circles, drew sunsets and snails crawling and stacks of colorful boxes.

No one else took my art seriously, so I didn’t either. A man-friend once told me while looking at one of my paintings, “You must have too much time on your hands.” Another asked me, as we were figuring my taxes, “How much time to you spend on this art? You are making about 2-cents an hour.” But now I understand a little more—I know that art, for me, is not what I do, it is who I am. I’m an artist. It’s too bad I couldn’t say that without an apology until I was almost seventy.

I’m writing this about me in order to say to you: Don’t do what I did. Don’t look to others to tell you what you “should” be doing or what is a waste of your time. What if Toni Morrison had done that—we would be missing out on her brilliant books. Or, what if someone had said to Johann Sebastian Bach, “Man, leave that piano alone and go do something useful.” So, maybe we aren’t Toni Morrison or Bach. That doesn’t mean that we don’t have the soul of an artist, or that art is not our calling unless our paintings are hanging in the Louvre.

You define you. You listen to the whisperings of your soul, your heart’s desire, and whatever it tells you, go do it if you can. That will absolutely get you an A-plus in lifetime contentment.
                                                  In the Spirit,
                                                  Jane

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