I'm amazed how mothers out there have the time to blog and the time to learn it on top of taking care of their home and raising their kids. I say mothers since those seem to be the only blogs I land on and they are usually from Pinterest searching for ideas on food or style. Mothers have blogging game. I do not. I only have a dog and I can barely finish a sentence without critiquing it redoing it over and over. I'm a horrible blogger. Not consistent and I know no one reads them so to me, my blog is more of a "blah" but I was told it's good to have one on your website. I do try though, but I hear the thoughts and they sound great in my head yet as soon as the typing noise starts...I forget what those thoughts were. It's not like painting, where I can start and get in a zone. Something takes over me there; it's effortless, sitting in my skin allowing the fluid sense of knowing rush through my veins. Each brush stroke has its own agenda, its own purpose and I'm just a conduit allowing it to fulfill what it needs to do. Even as I typed that out, envisioning myself painting allowed me to type without any hesitation on what I was going to say...they were fluid thoughts. That is what it must feel like with passionate bloggers.
Size does not matter.
The opportunity to be creative is never to be compromised even by a small space. Magic is broadcasted and facilitated out of non-space. Grab your tools and make magic happen today.
The Home Stretch - 7 Days
I will officially be on the lease of this studio as of August 1, 2014. Big ideas for this place and a space for me to truly unleash what has been harbored inside ready to be released in infinite ways. The sounds of the trolley right outside the windows and the planes souring right above this building landing every 15 minutes (or less) invigorates me to realize that we are all moving parts of a collective world. We must create and we must relieve ourselves in any way possible. Keep moving.
