Having recently turned forty
three, I have come to the realization that I can do things. I don’t just mean I
can make it rain, a special skill of mine that only works if I have washing
hanging on the line, or that I can pick out the most inappropriate piece of
conversation from a class of chattering students, and draw everyone’s attention to it: “You did WHAT with a Garibaldi biscuit?”
Somewhere between the ages
of seven and forty I learned that I couldn't do things. I was not clever enough, fast enough, strong enough; my all time favorite is that I wasn't able
to learn to ride a motor bike, because …I would be too weak to lift if off me.
Notice the implication of immediate failure; I would be so shit at motorbike
riding that no sooner had I broom broomed away than the thing would be on top
of me, wheels spinning and I in my frailness yelping Hey-Alp like Penelope
Pitstop.
From time to time I tell my
students about competitions; mostly 3D modeling and they won’t enter, because
they say there are not good enough yet. Just over a year ago a colleague told
me I had had won the competition at December House and I replied. “I think you
got that wrong.”She hadn't.
It turned out I could write,
one of the few things I ever really believed I could do. But that was it: that
was my one good thing. I never understood how a pop singer could also act,
design a fashion range and make a perfume. How a stand- up comedian could write
a children’s book, make a movie, and hold an art exhibition. I didn't believe
that they could be good at all those things. Sometimes they’re not good at all those things. Further
more the pop singer; comedian, celebrity chef or whatever usually has some help.
They don’t go in the lab and mix the perfumes themselves, or draw the patterns
and cut the fabric. I saw Danni Minogue on TV where her contribution to a fashion
range appeared to be creating a mood board of other clothes she liked and
talking about colours. I could do that! Do you see? You could do that too.
On the other hand there is
absolutely no reason why a pop singer, comedian or chef can’t pen a good
children’s book or act or paint. They are by their very nature creative types,
specializing in entertainment; they will be “acting” when they are on stage. It
should be of no surprise that Einstein played violin, or that he had a great
imagination, he was a creative type you see.
But here’s the thing, we are
all creative types, good at baking, at gardening, at building kitchen cupboards,
at sewing, at making things from matchsticks. Chances are you are good at
several things. So when someone asks can you host an embroidery evening or run
an up-cycle workshop? If it appeals, then you should probably go for it. If it
goes wrong like my no sew rag rug, then you learn from it, even if all you have
learned is that you are absolutely brilliant at turning strips of fabric into
an impenetrable tangle of knots.
*disclaimer: Johnny didn't do anything with a Garibaldi biscuit, I deliberately miss-hear for sake of a good laugh.
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