some days i think maybe i should have chosen a different path but then i realized that my path chose me. i have to walk it. i tend to take the road less travelled and find it painful NOT to do so. as a wife and a mother i relinquish a lot of the parts of me that cause my authenticity and not always willingly. seasons of my life fly by and i barely have a memory to call my own. that needs to change an quickly. my art and creativity are my additional spouse and child. much like with my birthed children they required tending, caregiving and much attention. somewhere along the line my creative muse and i signed a contract and i want to honor it...now if i could just figure out how...

wonderous things occur when i least expect it...today is no different...

i stopped believing... for a minute. i  bought the story dorothy sold... that if i clicked my heels together that i could go home. so if home is where the heart is and  you can't do what you love are you ever REALLY home? as kids it is expected that we will dream big and the possibilities are endless but what about adults? aka "grown ups". why are our dreams less respected the older we get? are they any less valid?  to have a passion for something is a gift in itself and for those who don't understand i empathize. a huge part of me lives where my art resides and i want to go there...home.