Stolen moments.

I am a creative person: I write, I paint, I make jewelry, I play piano, I write songs. But, that part of me is separate from the part of me that has a “real job.” I have internalized the typical questions that accompany learning that someone is an artist: “Oh, wow! That’s so nice, but can you really make a living doing that?”

Turning the page.

crop artist near colorful paint palette in workshop

Yesterday, I bought a new calendar and turned the page to a new month and a new year. It’s not a clean slate and I won’t be a “new me” in this new year. I am me and I am learning and growing. Each day is a day where I can be more intentional about living my values, where I can be purposeful in pushing my growing edge, and where I can choose to turn the page in order to apply new skills.