Suddenly, the young woman next to me woke up from dozing and noticed my drawing, just as I was finishing up.
“You’re actually really good at that!” she said.
I thanked her.
She said something negative about her own skill.
I told her it was just practice that makes me “good.”
“Did you grow up drawing?” she asked.
“I think almost everyone does,” I said. “It’s just some people don’t stop.”
We talked about how it’s sad that people feel free to draw regardless of skill when they’re little, but stop when they’re older if they feel like they’re not “talented.” Same thing with singing, we agreed.
“Do you sing?”
“I mean, I’m not a singer, but I try to sing. Sometimes. You?”
“I sing. I’m not very good, but I sing.”
“I bet you’re better than you say you are.”
“Hmm. I am pretty humble, so you’re probably right.”