{"id":802,"date":"2017-05-21T13:19:19","date_gmt":"2017-05-21T21:19:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.carmelsundae.org\/?p=802"},"modified":"2017-05-21T13:19:19","modified_gmt":"2017-05-21T21:19:19","slug":"what-the-opthamologist-taught-me-about-art","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.carmelsundae.org\/?p=802","title":{"rendered":"What the Opthamologist Taught Me about Art"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A few months ago, just after my 50th birthday, I went for my biannual ophthalmology appointment. The doctor said, among other things, &#8220;Well, your cataracts aren&#8217;t progressing too quickly.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Wait, cataracts?<\/p>\n<p>The way she worded it revealed two things to me. 1: I had cataracts. 2: She had known it since at least six months ago. I asked the obvious, enlightened question: &#8220;Huh?&#8221; She looked at me quizzically and repeated the comment. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t know I had cataracts. I don&#8217;t think it was mentioned before&#8230;&#8221; Between the offhanded comment and the fact that the drops in my eyes prevented focus, I probably looked bewildered.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Most people don&#8217;t like being reminded of their age.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Fair enough assumption, I guess. It was\u00c2\u00a0a week after my fiftieth birthday. But I&#8217;ve never been bothered by the thought of growing old. Grey hair doesn&#8217;t bother me, and I&#8217;m rather pleased to see that mine is growing in silver. I love the idea of growing old with my husband and maybe even someday living alone with him in retirement. (I&#8217;m not counting my chickens on that one, since Curtain Climber was an after-40 baby.) I had a whopper of a surprise birthday party, with even most of my out of town family there. It was a good start to a promising decade.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t until a month or two later that I found myself increasingly starting projects and not finishing. I don&#8217;t mean like starting a painting or a journal. I mean like learning a new skill. Taking a class. Keeping an art journal, starting a YouTube channel. And it wasn&#8217;t till two months later that I realized that my conviction that I didn&#8217;t really have a bucket list wasn&#8217;t accurate. I had one, it turns out. It&#8217;s just that it wasn&#8217;t about travel or parachuting. It was mostly about learning. \u00c2\u00a0I want to learn to draw, and to use Adobe Illustrator. I want to learn how to organize my life and how to make a Coptic stitched journal. I want to take a class about \u00c2\u00a0drawing faces, and a class about running a business, and on the side I want to learn watercolor and redstone design. It turns out there is just not enough time in the day, or even in the year, for all that I want to do right away. And ever since I hit 50, I have this frantic urge to do it all. I want to be a better me, and if I try to do all of these growing and learning things I will be in way over my head. If my idea of success is to accomplish all the things I want to accomplish, then I will surely fail.<\/p>\n<p>If, however, my main goal is to praise God, I have time for it. I have time to honor Him whether it&#8217;s through formal prayer or through painting. I don&#8217;t have to do everything. I only have to do one thing, and let the rest serve as a tool in the quest to reach my Father&#8217;s house by nightfall. And I will be delighted to show up there with grey hair and wrinkles.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A few months ago, just after my 50th birthday, I went for my biannual ophthalmology appointment. The doctor said, among other things, &#8220;Well, your cataracts aren&#8217;t progressing too quickly.&#8221; Wait, cataracts? 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