Do, Don’t Dabble

I’m a dabbler. I’ve just recently decided that word describes me. As in one who dabbles. Here’s the Merriam-Webster definition of dabble: to work or involve oneself superficially or intermittently, especially in a secondary activity or interest. Forget secondary activities. Let’s go for tertiary or even quaternary, which I didn’t even know was a word until just now. I dabble in this and that, but I don’t think I can honestly say I do anything. I draw… sometimes. I sew… sometimes. I paint… sometimes. I bake… write… knit… sometimes. Yeah, see a pattern? That whole “Jack of all trades, master of none” adage? Yep, that’s me. I can do most things well enough, but I wouldn’t say that I’m really great at any of it.

I was frustrated with myself a while ago for not being super at any of the things that I dabble in. My sweetie, Mike, said, “Maybe it’s because you have too many interests. You pick up something else before you let yourself get really good at something. Maybe you should just concentrate on one thing for a while.” You know, he might be right. I have a basket full of yarn at the end of the couch. I have a closet full of material. I have a box full of paint and paintbrushes and small canvases. I have a ridiculous amount of perler beads. I don’t know how many pencils, markers, crayons, and ink pens I have. Maybe it’s time to just focus on one thing. Perhaps two.

It probably doesn’t help that I am overly critical of myself. When I do something, I usually see all of the flaws before I see anything else. I made a cake this past week for my younger son’s birthday. It actually turned out fairly well, considering I was finishing it as we were walking out the door. However, when I was finished, all I could focus on was what could’ve been better. The same thing happened when I was trying to draw the comic strip for last week. If I can’t get it immediately, I start to judge what I’m doing, and in turn myself, pretty harshly. Which is silly because I wouldn’t do that with anyone else. I don’t know how many times I’ve encouraged others to keep at something, telling them that they will get better with time. Why shouldn’t I encourage myself the same way?

Burger Cake

Do you know why the giant hamburger cake is going to have a ton of flaws in my eyes? (Other than I’m overly critical of myself.) Why I can’t draw people very well? Because I dabble, I don’t do. I can’t tell you the last time I made a themed cake. And I haven’t really practiced drawing people, because I am terrible at drawing people. What kind of sense does that make? “I can’t draw people, therefore, I will not draw people.” That seems a little ridiculous. I should say, “I can’t draw people, therefore, I should practice drawing people.” I want to get better.


How am I going to do that? By starting a blog. You might be asking, “Why a blog?” Who knows? It is precariously close to just one more thing in which to dabble. I’ve been thinking about starting one for a while. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I really had anything to contribute to this vast virtual world we all share. But here I am, writing a blog post. I’m hoping that creating and maintaining a blog will help me become more accountable for myself and my projects. I’m hoping that with this blog I can do, not dabble. Surely, if I tell all of you lovely people that I am working on something there will have to be some sort of follow through, right? Right. *fingers crossed*

So, what’s the plan? Wait. Plan? I’m supposed to have a plan? I don’t have one. Yet. Not really. Because I’m not entirely sure what direction I would like this to have. I have an idea of what Pushing Whimsy will look like. For now, I’ve decided that I’ll try to post a short comic strip on Wednesdays and an actual blog post on Mondays. Mondays are generally bleh, so why not brighten everyone’s day with some Whimsy? Okay, so that kind of looks like a plan. Maybe I do have one.

And maybe it’s time for me to do, not dabble. See you Wednesday.

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