I am akin to that pouting little girl in that picture.

I had to have a full scale tantrum today, (again), over this art class.

In case anyone isn’t clear, I really don’t want to go. The instructor is great, it isn’t that. It’s just me and what my expectations were going in and how they are extraordinarily different from what it turned out to be.

I have a good therapist. I know I do. I said I didn’t trust her which isn’t entirely fair. I do trust that she thinks she is doing the right thing by me. I don’t know that I believe she knows me the way she thinks she does.

I have been spectacularly proven wrong when I have thought that before though and it’s turned out way better than I could have imagined, so I suppose this could too. That previous experience is literally what is making me go along with this. I’m not sure I trust that my therapist knows what she is doing, but I guess I have to try to trust the process even when I don’t at all.

I am the same person however that when surprised with a new, (and unwanted bed), slept on the floor for eight months rather than sleep in the new bed. Obviously I did that to prove a point. I was probably 20 at that point.

I am not sure what the expectation is after 6 more weeks of me crying in the bathroom of this place is. A sense of accomplishment? I already feel like I’ve failed this whole thing. It already feels lost so I’m just marking time until it’s over at this point. It’s just a prison sentence. Maybe the point is that I can fail at something and survive? I’ve been doing that. Badly.

Just to not let me run from something? Sometimes things suck and it’s justifiable to bail. It’s this one that I think she is most interested in, but choosing this particular thing to put her flag in is kind of cruel given that I was going to do it as a way to improve something that I used as a therapeutic outlet.

All of that said, I would defend my therapist to anyone. I think she’s good at her job. I wish I knew that she really understood what was at play here, but again, I’m going to end up spending every therapy session for the next 6 weeks dealing with this class. Good thing therapy is 3 hours before the class. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t make it. That alone is probably testament to the abilities of my therapist.

I’ll probably pout every Thursday and post some fool post, but in the end maybe something will come of it. I’m dubious and the girl that slept on the floor is not really willing to give much ground, but I’m working really hard at trying to see the other side of this. I really am.

4 thoughts on “Fool

  1. What came to mind reading your post is that your therapist could be wrong about the art class and still be an excellent therapist. Her saying the art class would be good for you involves making a prediction, and even the best predictions can turn out not to be accurate.

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    1. Yeah. Thanks. My saying it’s going to be a dismal failure is also one too though so… and I’m not certain I trust myself MORE than I trust her. It’s kind of 50/50 at the moment. That’s why it’s so frustrating.

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  2. You have a genuine passion for your art. It comes across in a way I can feel it. It’s a genuine passion and that passion is the thing you need most when trying to fight your way through the skills needed to take on more than passion, and to become one on the pathway towards mastery.
    I know it sounds fluffy, but let me tell you my story. It has similarities. I’m a writer, an author. Most people I meet say “Oh, I’m gonna write. I can write. I’m gonna write a best-seller one day.” Or “Everyone tells me I should write my story.”
    the world knows everyone can write. it’s basically true. Anyone can write, anyone can sing, anyone can dance. However, if they want to go beyond the ‘ being able to ‘ takes a deeper understanding, and to get to that point means learning what we don’t know. Now, how can we figure out what we don’t know if we don’t know it? Good question.
    And it takes a lot of passion for the art we chase, the dreams we have of creating the best we can, to go through each phase and step of the process of finding how to make the best of our skills, to learn new ones, to accept that this is a path we’re on, not a destination.
    One good story does not make a writer.
    One good picture does not make an artist.
    One good dance video does not make a ballerina.
    I don’t know if I will ever become a master, but I’m willing to keep working towards it, finding ways to improve, even just a little bit at a time, and I will sometimes bruise that passion, fight it or run from it, but I can never deny it.
    but only you can know the passion in your heart. Only you can produce the pictures/paintings that demonstrate that passion. Only you.
    And this may be why people want you to continue. Maybe they see what I see when they look at what you produce. Maybe they also see beyond what’s there on the surface …
    Whatever you choose, I will look forward to seeing the next one.

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