The topic of today’s lesson in Relief Society (the women’s organization @ church) was on creating. Creating beauty around you, beauty inside you, whether it be tangible or intangible things, but feeding your need to create. Now I can create positive vibes, friendships and all those nice intangible things, but the tangible is not my lot in this life, I’ve found.
I wish I could, I really do. I wish I could draw. I wish I could paint. I wish I was a skilled photographer. I wish I could sew. I wish I could decorate my home. I wish I could cook. I wish I could write (gooder). I wish I could bedazzle. I wish I could make furniture. I wish I could keep ANYthing in my life neat and clean* .
And don’t tell me that being a musician is anything to sneeze about. I’ve been playing the violin since I was 3 (that would be 26 years for you mathmaticians) and for a gal playing that long with 2 performance degrees (and you don’t even want to KNOW the amount of school debt for them, plus the thousands spent on teachers before college), if I wasn’t at least as decent a hack as I am now, I’d say my life had been pretty wasted. But I’m decent, so I’m safe on that count. For now.
And the one thing I’m REALLY not skilled at is the thing I do ALL DAY LONG. Practice makes perfect? This is what I’m creating, for now:
I would honestly adore creating life and a fabulous little human being, PLUS having the ability to have a lovely home with all sorts of snazzy decor stuffs. And to be able to sew, dagnabit.
Don’t want to seem greedy, though. I’ll takes what I gots.
*later in the day when I was mentioning the lesson to SexyHusband and how I have failed miserably at my attempts to “create” tangible things - he responded “You DO create, sweetie! You create messes for people to clean up!” It should be noted he was scrubbing the kitchen at that time while I was lounging at the table trying to drown my sorrows in a tuna fish sandwich.
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