I was reminded yesterday about a time in my life I used to draw. I was actually pretty good at it and could reproduce anything you asked me to. I did some creative drawing too though they did not always make sense to others.
The only problem with drawing though was my hands continuous need to pour (that is sweat). I cannot control when or how my hands sweat. They just start and once it does, there is no telling when it will stop. The intensity of the sweating varies and this isn’t even according to weather or anything I can pin point to. It’s pretty much random.
Looking back, I realized I stopped drawing because it was exhausting having to wait for my hands to dry before continuing. Sometimes I lost interest in what I was drawing or the paper would be messed up because I sweated on it.
I totally forgot that once upon a time drawing was a serious passion, leading to an interest in architecture when I grew up. But this interest died with my drawing abilities. It has been at least over ten years now since I did any drawings and I am afraid to try it again, not sure if I still have it. I’m sure I lost the skill though. It has been over ten years after all and just that fear of failing is crippling. I know I shouldn’t let it dictate what I can and cannot do but sometimes I let it overcome me because it’s easier than facing the alternative.
Maybe one day I will take pencil to paper and try to create something. Until then, I will explore other passions and interests such as learning how to play a bass guitar. More on that in another blog though.
It was just a great memory I figured I should share. It reminded me of childhood days that were care free, and just plain old enjoying a hobby.