“Truthfully, this is the fabric of all my fantasies: love shown not by a kiss or a wild look or a careful hand but by a willingness for research. I don’t dream of someone who understands me immediately, who seems to have known me my entire life, who says, I know me too. I want someone keen to learn my own strange organization, amazed at what’s revealed; someone who asks, and then what, and then what?
it’s cool and fun and special that you can usually do whatever you put your mind to. if you want to be well read know the history of architecture learn to play the piano write consistently sew your own clothes run better speak a foreign language fluently all you have to do is apply curiosity and patience and determination, learn in a way that most makes sense to you, and one day you too will have absorbed the skills necessary to be good at something you once merely envied
Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.
