I’m seriously considering changing the name of this blog. I don’t even know if that’s possible, but I won’t be dirt poor for long. I am rich. I’m asking the universe for money to fund my Hawaii trip, pay rent, buy Willy food, buy a house. This will happen.
I’m also requesting some direction career wise. I know I want a job that includes art. I’m not an artist, I just really have wanted to be involved in the art community. When people ask “What did you want to be when you were younger?” My answer is always “an artist.” I use to walk around the house with a beret on because it’s what serious French artists did, or so I believed hahaha! I had my canvases and my paints and I didn’t care that I wasn’t that good. It was the process I loved. I loved the colors of the paint, the way it felt to drag the brush across the rough, white fabric. I watched Bob Ross when I was 10 for god’s sake. I somehow lost that enthusiasm, started doubting myself, and found kids my age who were much better than I was. Anyways, my grandma was an artist…it’s got to be in my blood right? I just need to practice.
I think I will make July’s monthly goal to do art every day and post the results here. July because I already have things sorted out for March, April, May, and June. This puts me in a very vulnerable position. What if people hate it? What if they make fun of me? But as I learned from Brene Brown: vulnerability is bravery. And putting it in that context makes it feel possible.
I want to end with the lyrics from this not so popular Sara Bareilles song that I’m always inspired by:
Yeah Sara stop it pick out your paralysis and unlock it
And flex the fear till it builds you a rocket
And rise and if you fall
At least you end up between where you will be
And where you will have been