There is a glaring blank space on the wall above my TV that has been begging for art over multiple years. (Reference yesterday's post of my procrastination habit.) While a 24"x36" canvas would cost me upwards of $20, a sudden flash of brilliance reminded me that my old poster decor from college was collecting dust in my storage unit.
Next hurdle: no easel or giant table to spread my "canvas". Blank wall space and painter's tape? Sure, why not. Good thing I learned how to color inside the lines back in grade school. A slight tinge of remorse set in as I attacked the tedious task of taping off all of those straight lines. I started thinking about accomplishing the work in stages instead.
But, true to my persistent and stubborn tendencies, I kept telling myself that I'd do just one more phase...until four hours later when I was completely finished. Well, minus some touch up work that I'll attack when it's completely dry.
The way I dug into this impromptu art project isn't an uncommon approach for me, as it relates to the greater scheme of life. I delve in wholeheartedly, motivated by my passion to see a finished product or a transformation. Once I'm committed to an idea, I'm all in. Perhaps that's why I'm selective in committing myself; it would be strenuous and a tad bit frightening to be all in, all the time. It's good to not lose sight of the fact that the results can be worthwhile though.
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