I used to doodle a lot when I was working. Long conversations or waiting on the phone gave life to my pen and notebook. I'd do it unconsciously and when the call ended, I'd realise that a doodle was formed. Some made me smile while others made me wonder about what was going on in my subconscious mind.
While on Pinterest I stumbled upon many doodles that mesmerised me. They were such detailed works of art that clearly entailed planning and a very steady hand. Certainly not for the faint-hearted artists or amateur doodlers!
Anyway, since I was prone to unconscious doodling, I thought that I would check out what conscious doodling would look like.
It wasn't easy.
I needed to be distracted to doodle. When I held pen to paper with the sole intention of doodling, the creative side of me didn't flow naturally. In my opinion, it ended up an epic fail.
B U T one day I showed it to Stephen and his first response was, "you did that?". Not in an unkind way, I should add. He seemed impressed. This made me take a second look at my doodle.
Okay, it's no picasso or zentangle by any stretch of my own imagination but it's an original and it's mine!
Although I bought this black book, months ago, with the intention of filling it with "to-marvel-at" masterpieces, this didn't happen.
Will I pick it up one day and start again? Yes. But not now. Until then, it's my secret doodle and maybe after this declaration that I cannot do it, I'll finally be able to finish what I started.
Life is sometimes like that. Just when you accept your inabilities, they turn around and become your best abilities.