So I took the step..

I thought my fingers would literally fall off if I picked up a paint brush. But I did and my first painting turned out quite well, and the second one was complete crap. Then I switched mediums and tried a charcoal sketch that although not the best I've ever done I thought promising for someone who hasn't touched a piece of chalk in many years, let alone attempted a portrait. Although I had forgotten what an emotional roller coaster this all could be, and I wonder how I will handle the next years of my life. And asking myself if my art will truely fill all the voids in my life.