Tonight I’m running a bit behind on this post as Philippe and I attended a work event that I had this evening. It was a Halloween party where several of the local businesses compete in creating their best Trunk or Treat display for visiting children. This originally meant decorating the trunk of a car, but after my own creative team, not surprisingly, broke the rules last year, its since lapsed into creating whatever the heck you want in the width of a parking space. Way more fun! We created a pop-up Monster Arcade that was super popular with the kids and had cute characters, games, and prizes. It was a blast, and at the close of the event we were awarded first place! So yay! Then I rushed home to a Doodlewash prompt of “bones” and wasn’t sure what to sketch. But after spending the evening with little beings a fraction of my age and parents far younger as well, dinosaur was the first thing that popped into my head. This wasn’t entirely an age thing, as I never really worry too much about that, but mostly because there were at least five little dinosaurs at the party this evening. So scribbling one back into existence just felt like the right thing to do.
And yet, age is definitely an interesting thing to contemplate. I am certainly someone who acts and thinks far younger than my age, but that doesn’t change my age one bit. I’m still approaching 50 and filled with thoughts of whether or not I’ve accomplished all that I could. I often feel like I’m a bit of a late bloomer and the best is yet to come. I only started sketching a little over three years ago and wish now that I had started far sooner. Had I listened to my heart years ago, I would be years ahead in my ability now and my life might have taken a completely different course. That’s, at least, the internal dialogue that appears in my head. The reality is, I don’t think I would have changed a thing about my journey as it’s been a perfectly wonderful one. And I’m not entirely sure that the younger me would have embraced things with quite the focus I’m able to muster now. So, in many ways, things do happen for a reason at the time they are blissfully meant to happen. It’s never too late to finally try something that you love and follow your passion. And if you’re someone far younger reading this now, don’t wait. Chase that dream with all the love you can!
I’ve actually spent my entire life chasing dreams. I looked at those little kids this evening and could see their dreams as well. Like the little boy who wanted to be a fireman when he grows up, this month at least, whose dad proudly showed off the firetruck he made out of a box. And I watched the wonderful layers of personality that still exist in all of us. Like the beautiful little girl dressed as a fairy ballerina who chose the gooey eyeballs as her prize instead of the little unicorns or bubbles. Or the little boy dressed as a cupcake who rushed straight for those unicorns and bubbles. We’re built upon layers of history, but there’s never really one type of person. Each of us is beautifully unique and wonderful in our own way. These are thoughts and things that I never really stopped to consider when I was young. I didn’t appreciate the differences as much as wanting things to go my own way. So as I age each day now, I welcome the wisdom that comes with every precious moment. And that’s why, these days, when I find myself one of the oldest in a crowd, I can happily embrace feeling like a dinosaur.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Vermilion, and Indigo. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with black ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Photo Reference: FunkMonk. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!