Do you ever feel like your day is nothing more than
wash, rinse, repeat?
A typical day involves an alarm going off at 6:00.
Do I listen and obey and get up or can I push it for another 15. . .20 . . . 30 minutes.
Pushing has it's consequences.
Shower, fix hair, put on make up.
Choose the "outfit of the day" while eating my portable breakfast.
Don't forget to create a lunch for the day.
Head to the day job.
Work my day job.
Change clothes, eat dinner and then -
the living can begin.
Not enough hours - use them wisely.
How is it that we spend the majority of our waking hours often doing something that
is not our passion.
I work in a day job and I am forever grateful for it.
Health benefits cannot be underestimated at this time in my life.
But the day job is not what gets me up in the morning.
It is not my passion.
What is your passion? Do you know?
Someone once described it to me this way -
What is the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning?
What do you find yourself adjusting your day to get to?
I think it's pretty obvious that for me - it is my art.
Specifically - it is painting.
I have experimented with a lot of styles of art and different art mediums.
But the paints are what I always come back to.
When I was younger - my passion was performing.
I lived to get to my rehearsals for musical theater, dance, etc.
I still love to perform and even miss it sometimes.
But I have come to peace with that part.
There was a period when I was not acknowledging my passion.
I wasn't performing and I hadn't discovered my art yet.
I was a young stay at home mom with busy children.
I lived their passions with them.
Which was fine - but I also sunk into a very dark place.
When I explored my pull to art, my light started shining again.
I have come to know myself well enough to understand that I - we, as women - must learn what our passion is.
It is imperative that we find that thing that gets us up in the morning.
When I do not make my art a priority, my world gets very dark very quickly.
This last week I have been helping out some family members. This has been a good thing, but it has changed my routine.
I have not been in my studio all week.
Last night the pressure of work, house work, family, responsibilities, etc. seem to come crashing in and it was more than I could deal with.
My husband and I had planned a mini-date to have dinner out with a gift card that I had been carrying around for several months.
We went to dinner. I was not happy. I was not chatty. I could have cared less!
The table was covered in white paper and there were 3 crayons.
Purple, Red and Yellow.
I started doodling.
The food came.
I kept doodling.
Nothing special - just a general theme of the restaurant where we were at.
It felt good.
My mood shifted, the light started to come back, the hope returned . . .
|A little table art . . .|
BTW - If anyone knows how to rotate a picture on the blog, let me know!
So - how about you . . .
What is your passion???
Have you found it?
Are you still looking for it?
Please - discuss!
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