On Patience and Execution
I would like to take a moment to thank my dear Wee-One for giving me the gift of patience.
I have never been patient. Never. I have always been a big dreamer. Always. These two personality traits do not jive. After college I lived alone, battled insomnia, and was bored out of my mind. In the wee hours of the morning, brilliant ideas would come to me and I would take on various home decor projects intended to personalize my hand-me-down living room. But I never had the necessary supplies and I certainly did not have a stash of random other stuff that I could use in an innovative fashion. So I would make weak and unstable pot racks, “art-installations” that were too small to fill up the blank wall space, and books without bindings. I would never return to them and finish them. I would just put them in their designated places and let them mock me.
This continued for years.
Then, in 2007, I became a mom. When I found myself responsible for a tiny little person who was without gestures or words, just cries, I quickly became more patient out of necessity. I had a vulnerable infant whom I loved with all of my heart and she had wants and needs and I just had to guess over and over again until why Wee-One was crying. That takes patience.
Additionally, time to myself was suddenly scarce and I realized that if I did not slow down and get things done the way I liked the first time, I felt like I had wasted a hard to come by commodity. You know, “haste makes waste.”
When Wee-One was about 8 months old I threw myself back into my creative life after years of not making much other than dinner. I had a backlog of projects I wanted to try. I had the financial resources to buy supplies. And most importantly, I had the patience to properly execute my vision. I slowed down and made the beautiful and thoughtful objects I had envisioned. Thank heavens. I finally feel fulfilled and I do not think my projects are mocking me.
Patience, not just a virtue, a resource.
I am writing this as a reminder to myself as I find my desire to learn new metalsmithing techniques grips me and my motivation. And it worked. I stopped part way through this post and began work on a new design. *Snaps for me!*
Have a wonderful Monday.