I feel completely soaked. Bombed. Buried. Like I need a good cry and it just won’t come. I feel incredibly blessed and grateful, and yet incredibly overwhelmed and a little desperate, all at the same time. I feel privileged to be surrounded by wonderful people, whom I love; who love me. I feel alone. I feel vulnerable and I feel scared. I feel lucky.
Ha! And maybe you can tell: I’m feeling confused. I’m feeling fast and stuck and lost. And almost found.
(I also need a good belly laugh.)
I sense an alluring beginning even as I face what feels like a brick wall.
I’ll admit, there are moments of discouragement in all of this, but it also all makes me want to laugh. I am excited to see where it all might go.
This may be the most befuddled post in the history of blogging, and I already feel a teeny bit embarrassed. And yet, I also, on top of all of this, feel a need to be sincere and open. So there ya go.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled art blog.