When I was in graduate school in painting I was very clear about what I thought good art was. I spent a lot of time trying to create art that was like the art I loved. The only problem was that what I loved was not what my hand wanted to create. The harder I tried the funnier the images looked to me. What I hoped to make was something with a very graphic quality, what I got was practically cartoonish. I fought this for quite awhile. I thought I just wasn’t working hard enough to develop the style I was after. Finally I gave up. I accepted the truth that I would never make that kind of art. I started acquiring the art that I loved but I let my hand do what it does and in so doing I came to like what it is that I make (more examples from years my journals). Which of your gifts are you are fighting, because they don’t look like you think they should?