It is really funny, no…serendipitous how things seem to come to pass when you most need them. Lately I’ve been feeling a little less like “me” and a lot more like “the-girl-that-everyone-thinks-I-should-be”. It’s exhausting. Life, work, family obligations all weigh heavily on my mind and heart; I’m always afraid to let any one ball drop. Every once in a while though, I need to do something for myself.
Last weekend was about me. It was about being somewhere surrounded by people that shared a passion for creating art, and for learning. I had the pleasure of attending Deb Schwedhelm’s last US workshop in Tampa, Florida. Simply put, Deb is amazing. The workshop was amazing. I built it up a great deal beforehand too, which sometimes can lead to a let down, but this was the opposite. It was everything I had hoped for and so very much more. I know that sounds trite, I just don’t have a better more unique way of putting it. It’s just true. I went into last weekend feeling like I had to give up on a part of my work that I love simply because it might not ever yield a measurable success. I left feeling like I can do whatever I want BECAUSE I love it. Successful or not. (hopefully, everything I touch will turn to gold, lol…but I’m just not going to wait around for that!).
I feel renewed, recharged and most of all, confident in my future direction. Deb told me something that I shouldn’t have needed to hear, but hearing it (for the first time) from someone that I admire and respect literally lifted a weight off of my shoulders. I have a creative soul. She believes it. I need to believe it, and I need to feed it.