Lost and Found
So, I am blogging my life down trying to make sense of my hectic, scatter-brained days. Life with three sweet little munchkins (mmm, wish I had some of those right now), is all consuming. Just when you think you have scored a few moments to yourself, pow! Someone calls for you or gets hurt or just needs you to help them find something. But alas, they are little people with a new view of the world and a keen sense for when you’ve found down time that they can “be a part of.”
Curses
For some time now, I have been trying to figure out how to make time to create without some sort of guilt hanging over my head. I have this insatiable thirst to be of some kind of worth in the artist community. There is an urge that is buried deep within me to be appreciated for my talents and inspired to become greater at what I do.
Pieces of Me
I feel rather strange starting off into this realm of type and response. A world of words and images so disconnected from reality, yet so much a part of it as well. But that is life isn’t it? So many things make up our reality. And so many parts of it are unseen in 3D.