Well last week in my face class we did something that no one would expect from a college class. For one thing in high school we were always given a straight set of rules and guidelines. Such as on a paper, there was always about ten questions we must answer about our topic in our paper and I never had to be creative.
I use the verb HAD because if I had a choice, I wouldn’t ever chose to make up my own stuff. For example, my favorite subjects are geology and math. There is always an answer and it is either right or wrong. English class means interpreting a very distinct piece of literature and how you see it in your own mind. Also for writing, you have to make up something completely unique and there is never a right or wrong.
Well our assignment in face was do something. Anything…. How am I supposed to just come up with an idea out of nowhere and tell a group of people, that I don’t know, how we’re going to do it. This assignment obviously was not catered to a person like me. I enjoy working by myself and, most of the time, working on problems.
People are always surprised to hear I’m not very creative. My mother is an amazing painter. Her beautiful oil landscapes adorn all the walls in our home, and people usually mistake them for a professional or even a Renoir (obviously my favorite artist of all time). I also enjoy to paint and, if I do say so myself, am actually quite good at it. But my downfall is figuring out what to paint. I’m a singer. People assume that means I’m creative because it’s a type of art. WRONG. My voice teacher has always assigned me what to sing and I work on it until I’ve nailed it. Simple as that. No making up stuff.
Another reason this activity was not made for me is the fact that I’m extremely shy. Some people don’t believe me when I say that because I can carry on a conversation and I do enjoy to smile but that’s something that’s taken years for me to master. I’ve become very good at listening and smiling. So that’s exactly what I did during this activity. I smiled and listened and did as I was told. I realized looking back at that class, what my issues are with working in such a creative, outgoing group. Obviously, I saw I was out of place. But I learned how uncomfortable it makes me and why I feel that way. I bet the other people in my group felt completely in their zone.
Just by this simple activity with no guidelines or anything I received some motivation. I saw that I can’t always listen and smile. This activity motivates me to overcome these barriers I’ve had all my life to become successful in the thing I love to do. Singing isn’t always going to be an instructor telling me what to do. I’ve got to make it happen myself. I have to learn to approach people and lay on the line my ideas instead of letting a cloud of thoughts accumulate inside my mind with no escape.
I am in the process of working on it. I’ve done things outside my comfort zone that were just as simple as sitting in the dorm lobby waiting to make conversation with people I didn’t know. We’ll see how this goes……..