Let me share with you a fact that you may or may not be aware of. When you turn forty, things change, on a fundamentally deep level. Maybe physical, maybe mental. When I turned forty, my whole life changed.
I went back to work, after spending six magical years at home with our little girl, painting and trying to get a handle on raising a bright, inquisitive noticer of life. While I was and am grateful for the job that I went into, it was not painting. Painting was the one thing in life that I have ever loved EVERY SINGLE TIME I sat down to work.
I also became ill. Seriously ill. Multiple tests, frustrating months, visits to ERs and doctors and losing weight and pain and in the end, no real answers. I still don't know what happened, but I do know that I am getting better. Most days now I am very good.
And so, once again I am back here at my website and I wonder if I should try to begin again.
And I wonder, what part will art play in my life from this point forward?