It's been a while and I've been dragging my feet to the finish line for second degree initiation. The boards for my elemental magic circle have been sitting at 75% completion in my basement for months, partially painted. Like my last project, the altar, the beginning phase was exciting and fun. Cutting and joining the wood, filling the gaps to make a smooth, beautiful surface, these qualities were a real joy to work on. But then came the time to paint and the entire process ground to a screeching halt. I don't mention it much these days because it represents a real impulsive low point in my life where I was mostly avoiding my family while being a sneaky drug addict in the garage, going completely insane in the meantime. I built a cosplay-grade small suit of Iron Man armor for my son out of foam mats. The process, though tedious at times, was a lot of fun. Fun, that is, until it came time to paint the suit and I lost all interest in the project. Turns out, I just hate painting. Painting requires an eye for detail and a steady hand. Both qualities which I lack. I'm a large person who bores easily and has a really hard time finding a comfortable position to work in. I'm also left-handed, which means I get paint all over my hand and then I smudge it on everything that I'm trying
Is Initiation Even Necessary?
Is Initiation Even Necessary?
Is Initiation Even Necessary?
It's been a while and I've been dragging my feet to the finish line for second degree initiation. The boards for my elemental magic circle have been sitting at 75% completion in my basement for months, partially painted. Like my last project, the altar, the beginning phase was exciting and fun. Cutting and joining the wood, filling the gaps to make a smooth, beautiful surface, these qualities were a real joy to work on. But then came the time to paint and the entire process ground to a screeching halt. I don't mention it much these days because it represents a real impulsive low point in my life where I was mostly avoiding my family while being a sneaky drug addict in the garage, going completely insane in the meantime. I built a cosplay-grade small suit of Iron Man armor for my son out of foam mats. The process, though tedious at times, was a lot of fun. Fun, that is, until it came time to paint the suit and I lost all interest in the project. Turns out, I just hate painting. Painting requires an eye for detail and a steady hand. Both qualities which I lack. I'm a large person who bores easily and has a really hard time finding a comfortable position to work in. I'm also left-handed, which means I get paint all over my hand and then I smudge it on everything that I'm trying