Day 18 of the Thirty Day Challenge is supposed to be all about one's biggest insecurity. How is a person just supposed to pick one? My dirty little secret is that I have many. Ask my Honey, who knows and still puts up with me. Of course I have the "normal" insecurities about weight, hair, shoe size. Then I have a few more courtesy of all the years that I was the weirdo girl that few people liked -- usually these revolve around the fear of offending people, fear of awkward silences, fear of interaction, fear of rejection, fear of still being the weird girl few people like. Still more insecurities are courtesy of Crazymaker: when anything is out of place in my house, it causes heartburn. There is a reason why the house is vacuumed at least once a day (and no, it's not just because we have five furry babies). So what am I supposed to choose?
The answer came today as I was trying to do a few art projects. It's been a while, and so even though I have plenty of other things I should be doing, I decided to take some time for art. This was an appropriate choice for the day because it showed to me that I still have a long way to go on my journey to creative recovery.
My first project for the day was to take these two cupboard doors that I bought at the Habitat store for $1 each and turn them into art.
how-to on making silhouette art with contact paper for those of us who covet a Silhouette Machine and can't afford it. Genius! And I love cherry blossoms. I took this idea and the dark cabinet and ran with it.
First of all, I must say it probably would've turned out better if my contact paper wasn't old and wrinkled. Lesson #1 of the day. Then I realized that this would still take plenty of time and patience because I needed to use an x-acto knife to cut this detailed picture. Yikes!
I turned my sights to other art. I found a pretty tree silhouette and a pretty picture of a girl sitting down and thought "I wonder if I could paint something like that with both images." And so I tried:
So I tried again.
By this time, I was getting frustrated. Honey at first didn't even want to talk with me because of my mood, but then I calmed down enough to hear reason. Honey pointed out that art is supposed to be fun and relaxing, so if it's turning into a stress machine then I should leave it. I've never taken art classes and have no idea how things are supposed to work, so I should chill. Why do I need constant validation? And it's okay to have things not turn out the way I want them to the first time ("Not so!" says my Guilt Monster, who likes to remind me that everything should have a purpose. Go away, Guilt Monster!) Most importantly, I should be doing projects because I like them, not because of what other people think.
That is when it hit me: I'm still stuck in my desperate and ridiculous need for approval. My biggest insecurity: not being good enough. And that is what drives me to do a bazillion things, work 20 hour days, forget how to say no and put up boundaries, and do all the other crazy things that I do. It's in an effort to say "I'm valuable! What I do has worth! I'm good enough!" even when I don't feel that way. Sad, I know, but true. And something I'll try to fix because it's not a good way to live.
In the meantime, I tried the painting again. A third time. And while I am not entirely satisfied with it, I did discover that foam board makes a good and cheap "canvas" (Lesson #2) and that I need to stop trying to overdo it with trees (Lesson #3) and it's okay to not have everything be perfect (Lesson #4).