Writer's Workshop Wednesday

I wish I could draw.

Or paint.

Or sculpt.

Or anything artistic like that.

I mean, I can barely draw a stick figure. No joke.

I have this one friend named James. He draws, paints, does computer art (he has a degree in computer animation), writes, plays guitar, bass AND drums. Most importantly, he does them all very well. He has more talent in his pinkie finger than most people I know have in their entire bodies.

He is one of my best friends and I love him to pieces. But I am jealous. I am jealous of this wealth of talent he has. Talent I wish I had.

I am most jealous of his artistic ability with drawing and painting. He's been drawing since he could put crayon to paper. Granted, it's taken him years to hone his skills to what they are now. But this ability is something I believe one is born with. Either you have it or you don't.

And I don't have it.

I was half-jokingly voicing my jealousy to him once. He said to me: "but you know, I couldn't do what you do. I probably couldn't do anything with a head of hair if my life depended on it."

That made me feel a bit better. I suppose everyone has their gifts.