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Patience

Who likes waiting? I don’t. Waiting is hard. And yet, there is so much waiting to do in life. I overheard two ten-year-olds recently:

“I’ve been to Disneyland before,” the first said.

“I haven’t. What’s it like?”

“It’s fun, but you spend most of the time waiting in lines. The lines are so long.”

Even in Disneyland there is a lot of waiting. I guess it is inescapable.

Recently, I’ve been looking back on the year and seeing how much I’ve grown. It’s nice to see that there is improvement. Day-to-day, that’s hard to see.

Waiting for visible improvement is hard. If I lost a few pounds every time I exercised, it would be a lot easier to keep up. A month of exercise without any improvement at all, on the other hand, makes patience difficult. (And exercising is much less fun than drawing or painting. This is probably why this is such a difficult habit for me to keep. Maybe if I could keep it up long enough for me to be a little better at it, I’d enjoy it more…)

A speaker at church on Sunday reminded us that we learn a lot faster with formal education. I went home and started researching art schools and programs once again. I looked at the cost and sighed and closed the windows in my browser.

Learning on my own is more difficult, and takes longer. But, I do improve. I am getting better. I just need to be patient and keep it up. Waiting is hard. It’s a good thing that art is fun. (Most of the time…)

If waiting isn’t much fun, how do we develop patience? Looking back and seeing progress helps. Remembering why I’m doing this helps. Promising myself specific rewards helps. Feeling accountable in some way helps. (For example, not wanting to miss a day in your sketchbook or on your blog, or having someone you draw with or share pictures with regularly. Finding a mentor to check in with is good too.)

I often remind myself that if I wasn’t doing any art at all, I would miss it. Time would pass either way, and not doing any art wouldn’t bring me any closer to my goals. And those times when everything goes right somehow and something I did leaves me asking, “I made that?” That’s probably the most motivating of all. It’s worth the wait.

Do you enjoy waiting? Do you have any tips for making waiting fun or at least a little easier?

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Keeping a Creative Travel Journal

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There are so many ways to creatively document a special trip. I don’t travel often, but when I do, I try to make a record of the trip that I will want to look back through and relive the memories. Adding a visual element to the travel journal makes it more interesting and captures the memories better.

One of the earliest ways I recorded a trip was to make a scrapbook, where I collected tickets stubs and postcards and photos and newspaper articles and pieces of pamphlets and magazines to tell the story of my trip. It was a long trip, study abroad to France for six weeks, so I kept a notebook of the places I visited and the photos I took there so that I would remember what each photo was about. It was very time consuming, but it was a very special trip that I knew I wouldn’t be able to take again.


Scrapbook page from my study abroad trip to France when I was at Brigham Young University. Click on the picture to zoom and look at the details.

On another trip to Madison, Wisconsin, I brought along a travel watercolor kit. Each evening I would scroll through the photos I took that day and do a quick sketch of the most memorable photo of the day. Next to the watercolor sketch, I wrote a sentence telling what was happening in the picture and the date. It didn’t take long, and it’s a lot of fun to look through. The kit didn’t have many colors, and I didn’t want to spend much time blending them to get just the right shade, so maybe next time I’d bring a bigger kit. And more than one brush.

Watercolor journal from a long business trip/family vacation to Madison, Wisconsin. The captions are tiny. From top left to lower right with links so you can explore the places we visited!
We tried orange custard chocolate chip ice cream from Babcock Dairy Hall at UW. Yum! 7-14-17
Giant globe outside the geology museum at UW we visited yesterday. 7-15-17
A giant cauldron a the cheese-making museum in Monroe, Wisconsin. 7-17-17
For family home evening yesterday, we helped do yard work at the church building. 7-18-17

Last August, I went on a very short trip. It involved a lot of standing in lines and waiting. I brought along a pen and a sketchbook. Whenever we were waiting again, I picked something to sketch. I took a quick reference photo, and started sketching. It was a lot of fun. It made the wait seem short, and I didn’t worry about making everything look great because I had the photo if I wanted to do a better picture later. Looking back through it, I wish it was a lot longer. This is a little strange, because it would require more standing around waiting in line.

Sketches made while waiting in line for Astro Blasters. If that doesn’t give away the location of our trip, you need more Disney in your life!

Waiting @ Airport to head home. This was the last sketch for our trip.

I am sure there are more ways to keep a travel journal. I will probably do some research before my next great trip, whenever that may be. Have you kept a creative travel journal? What did you do? Did it turn out well? What would you do differently? Are you planning to keep a creative travel journal in the future? What will you do?

As I described in my post last week, keeping a comic diary is another way you can make a travel journal.

Waiting in Lines

Sally pulled her purse strap higher on her shoulder and tapped the shoulder of the bearded man scribbling in a spiral notebook at the end of a long line. “Pardon me, is this the line for the book signing?”

The man looked up. “I don’t know. Probably.” He went back to writing in his notebook, shuffling forward as the line moved without looking up.

“What do you mean you don’t know? Do you just stand around in lines for fun?”

Just then, another woman approached, clutching a book to her chest. “Is this the line for the book signing? I’ve been looking forward to this for months!”

“I don’t know,” Sally said, looking around for a sign or something.

The woman frowned. “Why are you standing in line then?”

Sally tipped her head at the man still writing in his notebook and ignoring them. “I just asked him if this was the line, and he said he didn’t know.”

“Well, let’s ask someone else then,” the woman said. She raised her voice. “Hey, lady in the green coat with the great boots. Yes, you. Is this the book signing line? Okay, good. Thank you. Nice boots, by the way.”

Sally grinned. “Well done. I’m Sally.”

“Jenny. I don’t like to waste time. It’s bad enough we have to stand in this line for an hour. Could you imagine finding out it was the wrong line?”

A couple joined the end of the line. “Is this for the book signing?”

Jenny nodded. “You’re in the right place.”

Sally turned to the man writing in his notebook. “It is the book signing line, just so you know. Is that where you wanted to be?”

“I don’t care, as long as it’s a nice long line,” the man said.

Sally glanced back at Jenny. Jenny shrugged. “What’s nice about waiting in lines?” she asked. “They just keep you away from all the other things you could be doing instead.”

The man shuffled forward in the line again, still writing in his notebook. “Look,” he said, pausing for a moment and turning to look at Jenny and Sally. “Are you going to try to talk to me the whole time we’re in line here? Because if you are, I’m going to go find a different line.”

The woman in the green coat turned around. “What do you mean a different line? There’s only one line for the book signing and this is it. If you go stand in another line, you may be able to buy a tee-shirt or a slice of pizza, but you won’t get your book signed.”

The man sighed. “I don’t care about the book signing. I just needed a nice long line to stand in.”

“Why?” Sally raised an eyebrow.

“I think best in lines. I used to go to the DMV to write my college papers. They have some great lines there. I wrote the first draft of my thesis at Disneyland. They have the best lines on earth.” The man shrugged. “I’m here on business staying at a nearby hotel. I don’t know where the best lines are, but this one looked nice. Now I’m not so sure.”

“Oh. All right.” The woman in the green coat turned around.

“The doughnut place on the corner has long lines,” Jenny said.

The woman behind her leaned forward. “The grocery store on the first day of the month at dinnertime.”

Sally nodded. “The post office in December. Or most places the day after Thanksgiving…” She turned to look at the man, who was ignoring them and scribbling in his notebook again. She wondered what he was writing. She opened her mouth to ask and then decided to leave him alone.

“So what did you think of the novel,” Jenny asked, holding up her book.

“I can’t believe that the letters survived that long in the attic. Wouldn’t there be water damage or mice or something?” Sally said.

“Oh, don’t say anything more,” the woman in green said. “I haven’t finished it. Let’s talk about the last one. When the chef picked up the phone in the end, who do you think she was going to call? I’m still not really sure.”

“She was going to call the doctor,” Sally said at the same time that Jenny said, “She called her daughter, of course.”

They laughed. “Here’s what a line is good for,” Sally said. “It makes a good impromptu book club.”

The woman in green laughed. “You’re right. Hey, writer guy, go ahead and go ahead of me so I don’t have to talk around you. It’s not like I’ll have to wait any longer to get my book signed.”

The man shuffled forward without looking up, still writing. The new friends returned to talking about the books. Waiting in lines wasn’t that bad after all.

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