The day after the flower painting class

So, I went to the flower painting class yesterday with Don and I enjoyed it. I did OK with my brush strokes, just OK. I have taken some classes in the past (way) that had similar strokes to work with...but, of course I never practiced so I had to learn the muscle memory all over again...I have trouble making the mirror image by turning the brush the other way...I would get it if I practiced, but that seems to always be my downfall in everything. I am always procrastinating the practice, the exercise, the little stuff you need to do on a daily basis to accomplish anything. I can feel my stubborn little self with jaw set just not doing it. This is a problem. Maybe by acknowledging it I will solve it for myself. Now, here in the library, some asshole is humming tunelessly..This is the kind of thing that causes me a great deal of irritation. A kid is also screaming, but that does not annoy me because it is expected. What one expects of an adult is that they know enough to not hum out loud in the library...You see, any excuse to not address the real problem. The real problem being that I do not do the small steps that are required to really accomplish a goal. I just would not do my vocal exercises (mostly) when I sang..and yet, I sang pretty well. I never pushed my drawing to the edge by practising, and yet, I draw pretty well. Same with painting, Acting, dancing, etc. I am even an OK cook...just OK. I really need to look at this...who knew that this would come up..I just meant to enter my thoughts about the class (which was OK)...OK,OK.OK...is this all I want? Maybe. and it has to be alright if I choose just OK. I just want to make sure that I AM choosing, not just staying a piece of seaweed in the surf of life. I once saw a big wave (from the shore) with the sun shining through the water and in the wave swam a small shark (a silhouette of a shark shape) and it swam madly in the wave.. never stopped swimming..not like the seaweed which remains helpless to the whim of the ocean..eventually being dumped on the sand to be attacked by flies. The shark survived the crash of the wave and swam off to another adventure. Am I the shark or the seaweed? I'll keep you posted.