In school, there was always some kid that teachers pointed to and said “that kid has talent.” That kid was never me. Nowadays, you can find that kid on Pinterest.
For most of my life, I’ve let those kids do the crafts, take the pictures, and write the stories. It only seemed right. After all, an educational professional blessed them young with compliments. I guess I used to care more what people thought or I was lazy. I’ve considered both these ideas and can’t decide what stopped me from trying.
It doesn’t matter. I recently turned forty-two. And there are things I want to try. It’s true I lack the creative drive or talent of the Pinterest crowd. But I do have a library card and Google. When I stop watching back episodes of ‘Will and Grace’, I will have some spare time every day. Historically, I have taught myself many things with a little spare time and access to information.
Watch as My Words Hobble Past
If you’d like, you’re welcome to join me on this journey. I warn you it might not be pretty. In my last decade, I added athleticism to my world. Something nobody thought I could do and I ended up a marathon runner who’s cycled across a couple countries.
The start of that journey felt very much like this one. Maybe you can relate.
It’s a story as old as Jack Lalane. You go to the gym after years of Netflix and hard liquor. In every corner, sleeveless groups of muscle-y jerks giggle at your weakness. They are all more beautiful than you. You go for a run and an old man with one testicle hanging out passes you.
At least, I assumed that’s what was going on around me. Eventually, I learned no one is truly distracted with you’re ineptitude in the gym. We are all too self-centered for that.
Developing my creative side, seems no less embarrassing. Art is made to be talked about. If nobody talks about it, it has no effect on them. Maybe that is why the world is full of stories of blocked, fearful creatives. Having an effect on people is always scary.
But here and now I set out to try. I’m not sure where this will go. I am sure there will be some hobbling and certainly more stumbles than finish lines. Better looking, more talented, and smarter people will pass me by. Some may even laugh at me. That’s the advantage of being in your forties. Nobody gets here without occasionally being laughed at. You build up mental antibodies to fight the laughter. Your immune system gets good. Mine is ready.