I spent some time painting today. After which I tweeted this: “Painting is one of those things that looks easy, but hurts like hell.”
Watching someone else paint a room is like, well, watching paint dry. Balancing with one leg on a ladder and the other on a window sill whilst performing approximations of yoga moves in order to ‘cut in’ in a straight line is another ordeal all together.
While I was in there brushing away, however, I had a fair bit of time to think. Which brought me to one of my favourite pastimes – that of mentally filling out questionnaires in my head.
Those witty little columns that make up the front and back of newspaper magazines the world over require a lot of thought. What is my favourite book? What would I eat for my last meal? What, from a long list of unfashionable things that I love to do, would be my most loved ever?
The only question I can ever answer with any certainty is this one: What’s the one thing you wish you could do?
Most people answer ‘sing’ for this. But, as I have shared before, lack of ability does not stop me singing, so I disregard that.
Nope, the one thing I wish I could do is, ironically, paint. Not walls (particularly after today). Paintings. Works of art.
Actually, I’d settle for being able to doodle.
I am the least visual person I know. My drawing style began and ended at stick figures. So, yes. That art stuff? That’s the one thing I wish I could do.
What’s the one thing you wish you could do?
[image: Mr4’s latest drawing of a Christmas tree is a far superior effort to mine]