Why not?

Why not?

Why not wake up and decide that you're going to paint all day?

I just went along and did it. Sometimes when I start, it feels almost impossible to stop, so I don't stop. Why should I? 

And since I was going to paint? Why not do the best I can? Why not paint with everything I got, every bit of energy, with my heart and soul. I went along and did it.

I put my laptop aside, mostly to protect it from turning from a white laptop into a rainbow colored laptop, every mistake is a lesson learned, but also because it was time to get creative. At the end of the day, my laptop got pretty colorful anyway , but I cleaned it up. I promised myself to treat this laptop better than I treated the last one. 

Why not do something you love to do and enjoy every bit of it? Why stick to the things you always do? Why not try new things, expand your borders?

I decided to do so. A few days ago I spontaneously decided to buy oil paint, when I was wondering around in that little shop, that I had wanted to visit for like forever, that sold painting material. I didn't realize, at first, that I also needed paper to paint on, turpentine, pencils and painting medium but if that was what I needed to get the job done, why not?

Today I painted with oil paint for the very first time. I had no clue of what I was doing and refused to watch a Youtube video on 'painting with oil paint for dummy's'. I just went along and did it and it didn't turn out that bad. Did it? 

And if you do something. Why not make it something special?
 I added a little music and sang along, even danced sometimes with my pencil sticking out of my mouth. I was feeling it and I enjoyed every bit of it.

Like I said before I used everything I got. I mixed a colored pencil in with the paint and I tried to use markers and that was exactly what I needed to do the job. I added a little patience, eventough it was pretty hard to find, but that was exactly what I needed, after making a few mistakes too many. 

I was struggling for hours to wipe away the last pieces of red and purple paint. I'd like to put a picture of the project I was working on, but if I did, I would have to kill you.
So I was struggling...but then suddenly a bright idea popped into my head. Where did I leave that white French tip pen my sister once gave me? I never painted my nails, so why let that French tip pen go to waste? It turned out that it was exactly what I needed to get the job done, it even made it a little shimmering and splendid.  

Job done, well done.

I woke up this morning and I knew that it was time to get creative.

To give it everything I got, to enjoy every bit of it.
And while everyone turned out the lights, closed their eyes and went to sleep, I'm still doing what I love most: getting creative. 

Why not?