Recently I read blogger Maria Mankin’s review of a book The Accidental Athlete, whose chubby author started running only at 43 after a life of too much eating, drinking and smoking. He is in his 60s now and still running. This is Maria’s take:
“His book was a constant reminder to me of why I run. I run because even though I’m not good at it, it makes me feel good….Bingham’s story made me feel like I don’t have to get any better – not to enjoy running, not to be considered a runner – because I run, I’m a runner, and that’s final. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in back of the packers improving; he’s done it, and I know I eventually will too. It’s more that he has captured, for me, the essence of running – that it’s an expression of strength and joy and respect for the life I’ve been given.”
Though running has seemingly little to do with drawing and painting, this made me smile.
I will continue to draw and paint even though I am not good at it, just simply because it makes me feel good. I paint simply because of the artist in me. The essence of painting is an expression of joy and beauty and respect for the life that I have been given.
I will continue to write even though I am not good at it, just simply because it makes me feel good. I write simply because of the story-teller in me. The essence of writing is an expression of insight, clarity and beauty, and respect for the life that I have been given.
Isn’t that just wonderful?
Have you given up something you used to love because you felt you were not good enough, or will never get good enough? Try superimposing that on the paragraph.
It works like magic.
It would make you smile too.