Ever since I was a little girl, I've always wished I could draw well. I used to check out the "How to draw" books from the library and practice. I followed the step-by-step directions to draw horses, people, trees, etc. I used tracing paper to sketch over the drawings and learn the techniques. However, every time I took my sketch pad outside and tried to draw what I saw, my perspective was off and I couldn't produce anything that looked remotely artistic.
In high school, I took an art class called "Draw and Paint 1" thinking that it would help me learn to draw. It turns out that not even a class about drawing was enough to turn me into an artist. I tried REALLY hard. I think the teacher felt bad for me. He was always coming over and helping me re-draw portions of my work and suggesting ways to make it look better. When the class shifted from drawing to painting, I was hopeful that I had finally found my artistic medium. It turns out that I'm a terrible painter, too. I could never mix the colors correctly and it always seemed like my colors turned into browns or grays too easily. I'm pretty sure my A in that class was an A for Effort. I left it thinking that I wasn't artistic and that I should stick to Math and Science and English.
Later, I discovered that drawing and painting aren't the only ways to be creative and artistic. I discovered a love of photography when I studied abroad in Argentina. When I returned, I submitted several pictures to a photography contest for students who studied abroad and won first and third place. (Disclaimer: I'm not sure how many applicants there were...) The artsy students in the photography class I took were skeptical that I would produce any "quality art" since I was a business student taking photography as an elective. I showed them--my portfolio received an A+ and I'm pretty sure this one wasn't just for effort.
I can doodle and knit and take photographs and edit photographs and crochet. I'm artistic and creative. Just don't ask me to paint your portrait.