It took awhile...

Things happen when they are suppose to happen and it can take awhile. For many years I have been a doodler. It use to get me in trouble in meetings but along the way someone noticed and realized it was a good thing for me. I realized this when he defended me when another colleague got all over my case during a meeting. At that moment many things changed. Up until this week, I had never taken a formal drawing class. Mostly because I thought that I needed to focus on those classes that would help me get through school and into a career. Even since college (an eon ago), I focused on taking classes that would either help me physically or at work. Since becoming staff, I have looked to see if a drawing class would fit into my schedule. At long last it did. I had to make some temporary sacrifices for 16 weeks but fortunately my friends were willing to adjust. My class meets twice a week and I was so nervous going in. But what I have learned is that not everyone is good at it and their want out of the class is different. Tonight I had to draw my hand. It was interesting because as you look at it, you gain a different perspective. The lines and creases mean so many things. It may have taken me awhile but it is never to late to learn.