Where's the logic in enjoying something your not very good at?

Today's example: house painting. We spruced up a back room today in clean white, and I proceeded to drip and streak and muddy up the whole mess. And yet, the whole time, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Maybe it's like bowling. Even if you're just happy to break 90, when you're with friends and family, talent means nothing.

Of course, the walls will probably need retouching, but that's beside the point.