Late Bloomer

I used to get a little sad after the holidays ended. During the holidays, life is a little more...lifey...I’d continue to do my regular routines, jobs, etc. but there’d be an additional thread running through that pervades everything. Celebration. Happiness. A focus on “things that matter.” Then Jan 1 would inevitably come and I’d be left with my routine again. Which, for many years, wasn’t my ideal life. 

2019 was different. I put all my chips on the table. I doubled down. On my investment in myself and my art. Financially, spiritually, and otherwise. I don’t know where the road goes from here, but I couldn’t have done it any other way. 

I make things as a way to share something that is so near and dear to me, so subtle, yet carries literally where I find meaning in my life, every day. Stories of what it feels like to be alive. Really alive. With you. Because that’s where I want to live. It’s an ideal, of course, as I waste more time on ridiculous crap than I wish. But this is a process. And I’m still learning. 

I think I’m a late bloomer. Better than dying on the vine having never really seen the sun. 

Wishing you a beautiful 2020, with clarity, health, happiness, and peace. Thank you for sharing this journey with me.