People are very quick to assume, you know?
I think it’s just the world we live in and that’s that. I used to catch myself doing it here and there, the whole assuming thing. I won’t lie about that – I mean, we have probably ALL assumed stuff more than once in our lives, right? It’s easy to do – hard to break.
I’ve snapped myself out of it by learning about other people. When they say you don’t know someone until you know someone, they aren’t kidding. You really have no idea what goes on in other peoples lives, at all. You don’t know what happened yesterday, better yet what happened years ago, or what’s going to happen to them tomorrow. You don’t know every single detail about someone until you’ve really really gotten to know them, and sometimes then the details still run slim.
Someone is probably assuming something about you right now. Don’t sweat it – I just think it makes you an interesting person, you know, if they have to think about why you’re doing what you’re doing.
I had a heart to heart with my readers yesterday about getting it all wrong and it made me think, really think, about how much we aren’t getting wrong.
People may assume, but you know the realness of it. Do you. Someone is always going to question, judge, or have a comment.
None of that should stop you. Let them assume. Be interesting.
With that, the stopping of assuming and caring that people assume, I have become more inspired.
I started painting when I was 5 years old. Arts and crafts was my favorite thing to do. Ceramics on Saturday summer mornings at a little old place up in Maine was always on the schedule. Coloring was never a question. Play-doh was a go to. Painting? Yes, please.
I now create abstract paintings, which are very much details of my emotions that day. I can never tell you exactly what is going to end up on the canvas, and my mood really creates the painting. Some people may hate them, some people may love them, some people may assume something about them. The thing is, I do it because I love it. I’m inspired the second I get my hands on a paint brush. I’m inspired the minute I see a blank canvas. Some say my paintings may not be paintings at all, they are just canvases with colors splattered all over them. That may or may not be true, you never really know. It’s whatever you decide it is. That’s why I love it so much.
That’s why the people who follow my art, follow my journey, follow my ideas like them so much as well. They are the ones who see life differently – they don’t question the imperfections and the array of colors. They don’t ask why it isn’t perfect. They don’t want perfect. They want feelings.
My paintings will never be something perfectly aligned with not one imperfection on it, and that’s the beauty of it. If you can see that, if you can find that inside of you, that’s when you’ll become more inspired.
Same goes for you, with whatever you do. People are never going to stop questioning you, go do it. Do it and do more of it.
It can be hard to get inspired with so much hate in the world – so try to look at all the beauty around instead. As tough as that can be sometimes, take in the small things that will inspire you. Go to a random flower shop, lay in the grass for five minutes doing nothing, sit at a cafe and stare at the world around you, sip on matcha tea and listen to Spotify, grow your own basil by your small window and then cook with it.
I get the most inspired when I sit at a coffee shop with a cappuccino and comfy clothes on. Always. Find what sparks your inspiration and do more of it. I make an effort to go to cafes. I make sure it’s in my schedule because I know how it makes me feel.
This world, it’s tough to deal with, it’s hard to see the light sometimes, but you can if you really try. If you make an effort to stop assuming and to see the beauty in it all.