What I'm Becoming

I rarely watch TV other than on Tuesday nights when I flip between Lost and Glee, but it seems like these shows about Hoarding are always being previewed. I am polar from a hoarder; my parents used to yell at me for discarding birthday cards and throwing away little trinkets and things that meant nothing to me. During yard sale season, they always cast me a speculative, disappointed glance as I let them down by getting rid of my cat collection my grandma gave me over the period of my childhood. I don't like collecting things.
But now, I'm becoming an artistic hoarder. I don't think it's a bad thing, honestly, unless you count a fast-paced road to being a recluse as a bad thing. I've loved to write since the 3rd grade, I've played piano since the 5th, I've sang since...well, forever. In late February I received my ukulele as a birthday present from my mom, and more recently I've acquired the desire to paint.
Painting was always okay, but I hated coloring when I was little. Everyone had such evenly-shaded, in between the lines pictures, but my hands seem to spaz out in disorganization and I would have random swipes of color where the space outside the lines should've been white. Oh, the frustration.
But painting is fun for me now, and I have 3 painted canvases at the moment.
I think all this artistic hoarding is a psychological reaction for me to develop as many artistic skills as possible to keep me from getting tired of one. I'm like that, you know. I eat peanut butter for so long, then I can't touch it for 2 months. (That is my current and very sad condition.) And relationships, of course, are as interchangeable as underwear.
I think everyone is an artist, yet I hesitate to call myself one. But I am an artist, I suppose. I love art. It's one thing I could collect because it takes place in so many forms. Music, writing, paintings, coloring book sketches, floral arrangements, photographs. Art can be anything, and now I want my life to rotate among artistic improvement. Anything can't be art, but anything has the potential.