Blankets of Colors and Metaphors

I'm a nerd.

It's true.

I love what I do and I love learning more about what I do.

When I was in school, I took a class where we took a particular career assessment called the Holland Assessment. Our professor actually had us do our own assessment of ourselves before taking the actual assessment.

I remember her reading off the different categories. When she read the one for Social, I knew that was me and didn't give much thought to any other category. When I found out we had to pick a total of three categories, I was baffled. I had no idea what to pick for the other two. I remember finally picking Artistic as my second choice.

The things is, I've never seen myself as artsy. I love everything about art. I love painting. I love music. I love poetry. And yet, I never saw myself as artsy.

Even though when I was a kid, I was all about coloring, drawing, painting.

Even though when I was in the 11th grade, my American Literature teacher made me fall in love with poetry and I found myself writing poems upon poems that year.

I have been obsessed with music as far as I can remember. I enjoy creating things.

Yet..... yet.... artsy was never a word I used to describe myself.

I recently started revisiting this part of myself. I can't describe to you how it feels to express myself through poetry again. I cannot describe the joy I feel when I sit in my bed (yes, in my bed) and pull out my little paint brushes and watercolors and watch as the colors collide and bleed into one another.

Finding this side of myself has been so liberating. It feels free to be here. To know there's a whole other side of myself, made of little pieces that just want to shine. They just want to shine.

I still wouldn't label myself as 'artsy', but I'm starting to claim it as a part of me. I'm making more room for it in my life.

I'm wrapping myself up in this thing called art. I'm lying in a blanket of colors and metaphors, smiling like a little girl on Christmas.

It feels good. It feels so good.