In many ways, I am a frustrated artist. It seems like for my entire 43 years of living, I've been seeing these beautiful images in my head, but have been struggling to find a way to make them external... to share them with others. If I try to draw, my hands can't seem to re-create what's in my head accurately enough. Asperger's people tend to have problems with coordination. That strikes dance off the list as well. If I try to write, I get bogged down in details... in doing it the "right" way. Or I get overly technical, dry, and descriptive. My knitting patterns are a disaster in over-explanation. My novels never get off the ground, because I'm too busy drawing up floor plans for locations that we spend only five pages in, because how can I describe them to others in a way they can understand if I can't see them myself? And I can't see the location unless I've created the whole thing right down to the wallpaper.
Basically, my whole life has been like this... I see this in my head: