I Like Painting!
Three weeks ago you wouldn’t have caught me dead, saying that I liked painting (well… I guess if I were dead, I wouldn’t be saying that anyway). But still, I’ve never been very fond of painting. However, after doing it for over 5 weeks straight I’ve begun to enjoy – that’s right – painting.
I started off my painting adventures asking myself a bunch of questions – Do I like this job? No. Should I keep it? I don’t know. Do I really want to do this for several months, years, or my whole life? NO! But, gradually, the answers to those questions (or, most of them, anyway) began to change. I went from not liking my job at all, to kinda liking it. I went from wanting to quit my job, to looking forward to doing better at it the next day. I went from looking forward to four-o-clock like it were the end of a torture session, to enjoying the work I was doing.
I wouldn’t say that I’d rather be painting than playing cello, doing parkour, or riding Oakey – but I have come to appreciate it. And that process of coming to appreciate it was because of a mindset; I chose to learn to enjoy the work I must do.