Posted by Susan47 on May 11, 2005, at 20:06:56
In reply to Re: well you STARTED it » Susan47, posted by alesta on May 11, 2005, at 12:13:15
Drawing is lovely, for me. I love it. But I never do it.
Taken a couple of drawing classes, I'd love to do it all the time. But something always stops me. Fear. Huge. Huge fear. Same with writing. I want to write stuff, even a diary, but I can't. I read it later and it all sounds stupid. It takes a few years of distance before I can read anything with any understanding about what was happening for me. I wish now that I'd kept the diary I started when I was 14.. and the scrapbook I had, I loved making this scrapbook. It's all gone, thrown away in a fit of young adulthood. You know, that I-can't-believe-that-was-me ...? It's never a good experience for me when I read what I wrote too soon, when I'm going through rapid change. It can take 10 years or more to look back on myself with amusement. Which is what it takes, you know, to come to acceptance, sometimes.
I ramble.
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