Be in love with your life. Every detail of it.
—Jack Kerouac I have lately been noticing and coming to terms with the fact that I am an oddball.
I took one of my small paintings to the Millicent Rogers Museum for a miniture show next month and I saw paintings of chickens and barns and sunsets and here I was with an abstract that had nothing to do with anything except my imagination.
Reading a blogger's post about London and the comments are full of people who have been there many times, due to lack of money most of my life I have never been to Europe, but I will, watch me I will!
Reading another blogger's post about her daughter's wedding, I thought to myself, I have never been married, never had kids, it just never worked out that way and now I don't even want to get married and it is too late for children even if I had ever wanted them. I have been in love before and for that I am very grateful even if it ended up sad.
In this world I am an odd woman out. But you know I would not change any of it. I have had experiences that few will ever have and some that are unique to just me. My life has been full of paint, and love and friends and joy and spirit.
Most of my choices have all been around the fact that painting has been the most important thing to me. Yes, I love my family and friends and my animals, but art and painting and now clay, they keep me balanced and sane and very happy.
I just needed to say that. Thank you for listening.
Happy Monday! XOXO