It doesn’t have a name and there is only one copy remaining in my portfolio. And yet, it is one of my favorite prints. There isn’t anything about it that will win awards. It doesn’t excel in composition, line quality or style. It doesn’t tell a story. It is doubtful that it will ever hang on a gallery wall. But I like it.
It represents a time when I was trying to learn a craft. It reflects a moment when I was willing to take a chance. It reveals a period of my life when I stretched my comfort zone and explore new media, new ideas and new goals. It tells the tale of a desire to be different; to be better.
When is the last time you took a chance? When is the last time you stepped out into the unknown? Was it 1984? Have decades rolled past without a challenge? Have you stayed in your comfort zone so long that the idea of peaking over the fences into greener pastures is terrifying?
Since 1982, I’ve changed jobs (pastor, deli manager, warehouse worker, ICU clerk, law firm lackey, research coordinator) and each new position brought new challenges. I’ve become a writer (blogging since 2004, 3rd place winner of Writer’s Digest Short Story Competition) and some of my stuff is really good and others stink. I completed my Fine Arts degree. I completed my Master of Divinity degree. I’m starting on my Bachelors of Science in Communication degree. I’m learning Spanish.
Perhaps more important than any of these, I’ve learned how to cook the perfect roasted chicken and a yummy Beef Bourguignon that would make Julia Child very proud.
But the point is I’m still that guy who drew this face back in 1982. I’m willing to try it.
New job? Sure. Different food? Of course! A revolutionary idea? Why not?
What will you do today to stretch your comfort zone? What will you try that is new and different? How will you grow beyond the self-imposed boundaries that you’ve created over the years?
I suggest you try drawing an old man, rather than becoming one.