You were lost in the colours,
you smeared them all over the page. Permission, for a moment to dream, your
fingers remembered. What did we want to be when we grew up was the question and
you were back now not wanting to say.
It was almost your turn to
share when beside you she spun around her picture all beautiful symmetrical and
clear “ I always wanted to be a mathematician” she said. Well your eyes lit up with
smile that blinded and then we all looked to you.
“I never wanted to be a
mathematician!”
It was the best thing you’d
heard yourself say. All the time you’d thought everyone must want to be an
artist. You thought it wouldn’t be fair to take someone else’s place, so you
became a nurse.
With those few words you
were free, to be, and so was she.
* * *
There’s no one who can take
the space that's uniquely yours to fill!
What did you want to be?
I’ve made you this little
permission piece – a colour-in to play with while you ponder.
Print it out (here's a link). Choose your colours and let yourself wander as you
wonder what it was and what the smallest step might be to go there.
Share your stories and colours with us all here.
xxx
ps. If you did want to
be a mathematician go right on and turn that 'wasn’t' into a big fat was!
Enjoy
pps. True story. And now she is an artist!
