The Shavening

It's no secret that I've become attached to my facial hair. So when a job I'm applying for required "less beard," my heart sank. Never before had my razor felt so heavy. I steeled my courage and began.

I forgot I don't actually have a jawline.

Drawing? More Like Discouraging

After nearly a year with this blog, I've been told that my drawing is at least getting more consistent. That's good, and I do agree. And it's not entirely because of copy/paste either, I've been practicing. However, this is my reaction after seeing basically any other drawing done by anyone else, ever.

Ever.

Look at the internet. There are entire websites of crappy art that is way better than what I can do. I can't help but get discouraged. Granted, I don't have a $2000 art program or a $500 tablet and I haven't spent $GodKnowsHowMuch on an art degree; I use MSPaint, a mouse and my moxie. But I want so badly to be better! So I practice and look for (admittedly) lazy ways to get better and I inevitably I see someone else who is streets ahead of me and I get discouraged again. It is a cycle and it is vicious.

I realize there's always going to be someone better than me, no matter how good I am, so I'm fine with mediocrity. It's both a blessing and a curse. I've always had a natural talent for certain things, I've just always complained when I felt inadequate, instead of actually developing my skills.

So, for the first time ever, I plan to stop that attitude and continue to improve until I'm at the peak of mediocrity. Perhaps even one day, I may be pretty good at drawing. At which point I will write "I'm kind of ok at something," in my journal, which is totally not a real thing that I actually have.

Actually, I think I want that as my epitaph: He was kind of ok at a lot of things.

No, wait! A motivational poster!