We are in Tacoma and I will soon be forced out of my comfort zone at an art and wine sipping event. We are going to a wine bar stocked with an art instructor who will teach us how to paint dahlias on canvas with acrylic paints.
I cannot draw, sketch, or paint. It has been that way since I was a child. I don’t think it has anything to do with lack of training. I just don’t possess the capacity. Perhaps after a glass or two of wine I won’t care how my painting of dahlias turns out. Husband and daughter are both good at art and are excited about doing this. I will enjoy being with them, but it makes me anxious to think about the actual painting part of it.
I think it is good to try new things like this, but I wish I could plunge joyfully into them instead of creep hesitantly toward them.
How do you feel about trying new things? Are you a creeper or a plunger? How have such experiences turned out?