Today a friend tagged me in a Facebook video of Jim Carrey. In it, he says,
Risk being seen in all your glory. . . . Fear is writing the script, and the working title is I’ll Never Be Enough. . . . How will you serve the world? What do they need that your talent can provide?
All month, my working title has been I’ll Never Be Enough, as I’ve managed to fail at everything they’ve given me to do, and at even understanding them half the time. But today, on my penultimate day of volunteering, I have figured out what they need that my talent can provide.
My host makes wine in a little shed next to the garage, and a couple weeks ago, he and I began to refit a new piece of furniture into the shed. I began to sweep out some dust, then switched to the vacuum cleaner (*ahem* I mean Hoover), and finally decided what it really needed was a good, clean coat of paint.
Once it was all white, I was quite pleased, but I knew I could do better. So I consulted with my hostess, who agreed with my plan and provided the paints. And today I painted the mural.
The paints were old, and there weren’t many usable colors, so it was a fun experiment in color theory.
(The extent of my color theory is primary vs. secondary colors, so that’s what made it fun.)
I might not be able to dig a ditch or weed a garden or remove a dead chicken from the henhouse, but I can paint.
I’m also the first WWOOFer they’ve had—in six years!—who can sew (which, frankly, I find shocking), so they’ve asked me to put together some new curtains for their windows tomorrow.
I came here to learn my place on a sheep farm, and here I guess I’ve found it. Paintbrush in hand, over a sewing machine, beside the Aga, sipping a cup of tea. Maybe I’m not meant to be a farmgirl after all, but it’s certainly been a good experiment!