What this publication is about + why I’m the worst/best person to write it, by Tania Rabesandratana
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When our four-year-old asks, again and again:
“Do you like my drawing, maman? Is it beautiful?”
I feel sad and a bit peeved to hear him seeking my approval instead of the pure delight of creation.
At other times, I watch him in the zone: engrossed in jigsaw puzzles, entranced in the newfound pleasure of swimming, making up songs when nobody listens. Those moments rub off on me, and I am a tad envious.
When’s the last time I did delicious things just for the heck of it?
I admire people who move towards personal goals with joy, ease and integrity. Me, I’ve generally inched through life eager to please. Please my parents, please my teachers (preschool, primary, secondary, lecturers, driving instructors… ALL the teachers!), please my BFFs, my flatmates, in-laws, employers, neighbours; you get the picture. I get straight As in understanding what other people expect of me and playing by their rules.
It works insofar as I get good marks, pleasant relationships, and enjoyable experiences. And yet. Every now and then, I wonder: how did I get here? How did you? Where to now?
I’ll be dedicating the next 12 months, and hopefully beyond, to finding out.