Kyle and I had a funny conversation a couple of weeks ago. It was late and we were chatting about nothing while we were cleaning up the kitchen and Kyle asked me what I would do if we won a billion dollars. I gave the usual answer about how I’d start a charity and travel around the world and I’d pay off everyone’s debts, etc., but then Kyle said, “But what would you do? Like what would you do everyday?”
I thought about it for a minute and said that I’d probably do the same things I do now: write, play with the kids, take care of the house, cook. I like doing all of those things enough that I wouldn’t give them up, even if we could afford to not work and have nannies. It was nice, actually, to realize that I didn’t want to totally escape my everyday.
Still, this was turning out to be a pretty boring conversation, so I thought harder and then said, “I’d probably learn to watercolor.” Kyle laughed since this was such a non-thrilling answer, but the truth is that I’ve wanted to watercolor forever. I did a lot of sketching when I was in school and took a couple of classes in oil painting, but watercolor always seemed really difficult and fancy. We moved on to Kyle’s dreams (opening up community art centers and building a puppet workshop) but I did quietly plan out the watercolor supplies I would buy if we won a billion dollars.
Fast forward a week to shopping at Target for Easter supplies. I was in the office section looking for Sharpies when I saw this beautiful watercolor paint set for $10. I looked at the price and laughed, realizing how ridiculous it was to wait until we were rich to spring for a ten dollar paint set. So, I bought it and that’s what the Easter Bunny brought me this year.
When I “opened” it on Easter, I immediately felt a little guilty. It was so silly and so ridiculous and I so don’t have time for things like that right now. I came down hard on myself for not adding this little bit of money to our house fund. I even looked for the receipt to return it, but it was long gone so I put the paints on my desk and told myself I’d let Eva play with it.
Fast forward to this morning. I was moving things around when I saw the paints again. Suddenly, it was completely ridiculous that I don’t know how to watercolor. How hard could it be, really? I started to think the usual negative things (I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ll mess the paints up. I don’t have time for this.) and then I was like, “Shut up, self, and paint something!”
I put a movie in for the kids (bad parent!), shut the laptop (bad blogger!), and painted a picture of my son. The whole thing took less than an hour. Now I can say that I watercolor. And I didn’t even have to wait for a billion dollars.
What would you do FOR YOU if you won a billion dollars?