Every Christmas, my husband asks me for a list, an idea of what gifts he could purchase for me. If you know me at all, you know I don’t often know what to put on a gift list. I think it’s because my thoughts go first to “what do I need?”
I have trouble knowing my wants.
On this year’s list, I surprised myself with how many items I listed—most of them experiences. My last item?
“I’d like to learn to watercolor.”
So, of course, under the Christmas tree was a set of professional watercolor paints, paper, and brushes. All my own. I don’t have to borrow Cami’s supplies anymore.
Just last month, my artist-neighbor and close friend moved to Germany quite unexpectedly with the Department of Defense. Aside from the quick transition and the hurtling into the unknown? The DoD packers wouldn’t let her take her paints. She left behind her oils and her acrylics, and all the solvents necessary for a painting career.
She gave them to me.
I have my own paints and brushes.
I think I’m supposed to learn to paint.
Oddly enough, not only is it what I want, I think it might be what I need.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Live loved, because we are,
Linking up with Lisa-Jo and the 5-Minute Friday writing community for the first time.