The first class was amazing. My instructor played disco music, and it wasn't intimidating at all. We started off with hand-building, which was therapeutic. As someone who lives in their head 24/7, having two hours a week to just lose myself in the clay was helpful with calming the gazillion negative thoughts that run through my mind. As the weeks went on, we learned how to wedge clay, hand-build, throw on the wheel, trim our pieces, fine-tune them, and glaze them to really bring the pieces to life.
Although there were challenges along the way, I left my classes with more than I bargained for. Here are a few things that I learned to embrace with pottery.