The other day I came upstairs to work for a bit, -C was going to use some watercolors while I did some work on the computer. Instead he insisted that I paint too. So we painted. -C made a rainbow on his paper and I attempted to paint him as he moved about. I thought my attempt at his portrait not too shabby for a quick painting.
Then -C said he wanted to “add” to it.
I’ll admit I paused for a moment before I handed his portrait over to him.
He then proceded to draw a swirling blue line in marker across it.
He looked quite pleased with himself and announced it finished.
And well… he was right it was. It wasn’t what I had planned, but we had collaborated, it was more than what it was when it was only “mine”.
Letting go of what I think the definition of right is, letting someone else in, opening up to possibility, being in communion with others…
I think that is the beauty of my life at almost 38, truly embracing that it just isn’t all about me. Somehow it’s such a relief.
~Lisa
