Has a parent ever said this to you? Has ANYONE ever said it to you? It usually comes up when you’re doing something “they” (oh that “they” in quotation marks!) judge as not your right do to or say, based on their perception of you. Unfortunately, when you’re forming your idea of, indeed, who you think you are, you’re vulnerable to their influence.
Who do you think you are? Instead of questioning your judgment of who you think you are, based on what you (unconsciously, usually) chose to do, I would love for my children to use that question a different way. Instead of taking it negatively, turn it into a positive. Yes, who DO you think you are? Are you an artist? Do you think maybe you could be? Are you feeling the urge to create a piece of work? To explore and express yourself through art?
This is where I’m at right now. I’m a little shocked, but not entirely. Since working with The Artist’s Way I’ve loosened up the hold life has had on my creativity. Life – meaning the work I’ve chosen to do that leaves me drained, the endless chores, the obligations. And yes, I fully realize I continue to make choices in my life that become that life. I’m choosing to create more. To come down, out of my head and ground myself with creative endeavors. I’m a Gemini. Air sign. Floating, floating. I want — NEED — to be here, with both feet on the ground, in the now, living life as large as I can, extracting every ounce of life from every moment. I still love writing, but there is more in me to be created and I’m bursting at the seams. I’ve recently started to think and dream in colour. I’m awakening to these colourful worlds — the interior and the exterior. I’m taking it as a sign from Spirit and moving forward, one step at a time. I’m choosing to not beat up on myself for being flighty and changing my mind on what direction my life is going. I am listening to Spirit, listening to the whisperings of my soul and bringing the love forth in the form of creative manifestations.
I look forward to sharing with you, where this leg of the journey leads me. Both feet on the ground, in front of my sewing machine or kitchen table with paints and mixed media all around. It suits me. I feel like I’ve come back to the girl I was all those years ago. I used to love love LOVE making stuff. I macramed, knit, crocheted, sewed… but I hid my drawing. For some reason, my sister was considered ‘the artist’ in the family. The one with talent. Since having three very artistic children of my own, I have come to see art is not reserved for only one member of the family. My art was not celebrated as a child. At least I don’t remember it being. So screw that. Everyone is creative. Everyone has the ability to express themselves through art. It’s another mode of expression. If it makes you feel good, do it.
So I’m doin’ it.
