Thursday, January 29, 2009

dream a little dream

Yesterday was Shrink Day-- my very first visit to any sort of specialist on the human psyche-- though I've been under a doctor's care for my issues on and off for over 15 years.

Anyway-- I was just telling her about me . . . family history, education, and she asked about college. I explained that all that I've ever really wanted to do is art. I didn't go to school for it because I didn't see the point in going to school for something I couldn't make a living off of. I didn't go to school for anything else because I didn't see the point in going to school for something I didn't want to make a living off of-- which was anything and everything else.

Then I told her about my work history-- food service then retail and now-- I have my own business making art. Which is what I always wanted and never thought would be possible. It's true that I'm not exactly making a living, but it's also true that I'm doing something that I've always dreamed about doing. And it snuck up on me and I didn't realize it till yesterday. Weird, huh?


  1. being an artist, and living your dream, can always cause a sacrifice or two along the way...but every day I wake up and get to create is such a blessing...the best feeling in the world...i feel ashamed sometimes that I didn't always appreciate this gift of knowing exactly what i wanted to do when i grew up...I know so many people that flounder around without that direction in their lives. congrats on living your will only get better I'm sure!

  2. What's that quote? "Life happens when you're busy making plans." I think that's it.

    I spent years and years working at jobs that meant nothing to me, all so I could quit work and do something arty. Now I get to play with beads and graphics all day long, and I'm having a blast. It's been 3 years since I had a job, and I haven't missed it for a single minute.

    Congrats to you for following your heart and your muse.