I need to give up my arrogance of intellect. I need to get closer to feeling and live less in my head.
Most of my life I’ve tried to be “smart.” I refused to learn to type when I was in high school because I didn’t want to be pigeonholed as a dumb secretary. When I started to work in an office in the early ’70’s I was a PBX operator (telephone operator - like on Lilly Tomlin’s laugh-in). One ringy dingy, two ringy dingy . . . because “girls” were allowed to be secretaries, receptionists, and telephone operators and I didn’t know how to type. When I realized that secretaries made more money than PBX operators, I spent every spare minute typing envelopes and following the lessons in a book trying to learn touch typing.
None of this had anything to do with what I really enjoy. I’ve always wanted to write, but I’m afraid to expose my thoughts. I was too smart to try and work at any field near my true passion. Now that I realize that being smart is a rather dumb pose. I am going to try and explore painting with words. For me, words have a color, tone, and musicality. This blog will help me exercise my skills and exorcise my fears.