Here i am, a little over three years after taking my first step in establishing myself as an artist. i think the first step was the scariest: To walk away from a successful, but stressful job, and to attempt to do something i didn't necessarily already feel good at, but i loved so much.
Suddenly, to not know what was ahead...and i sooooo didn't know. i stepped into uncertainty and tried to embrace what it had in store for me. And i never would have imagined what was in store on so many levels. So much has happened in such a short time...the beautiful, the good, the bad and the ugly. As hard as the ugly was...i would not trade it in if it had meant trading in the beautiful, because the beautiful was earth shattering...possibly as much as the ugly. And to not see my identity as specific to the work that i do with and for others but specific to the work i do for myself... that is very big and very different and in some ways, for me, very, very hard. i struggle with the self-involvement that poses.