I believe everyone’s life has a purpose. We are here to discover that purpose then use whatever gifts were bestowed upon us to make this world a better place. Some of us are fortunate as we know at an early age what that purpose is. Others, well, we go along, often digressing from the road that will take us there. This is me. Now on the other side of 50, I am finding my way back to that road that will lead to my life’s purpose. Welcome to my journey.
A Messy desk! Yes,
there it is. This was early Saturday
morning. I find myself too exhausted to
do much creating during the week so I have to work on my swaps during the
weekend. I am hoping things settle down
once the 1st marking period is past and I get a rhythm to my day.
You will notice sandpaper on my desk. I
was making an island ATC and needed sand.
I wish I lived closer to those of you who stamp as I truly needed your
help that morning. You can see the white cardstock with trees stamped on it several times. I was trying to use the Le Plume markers with
I have noticed that while I am creating, creativity itself
hasn’t returned. I feel like I’m just
making things. I don’t find myself getting lost in what I am
doing. Lost like when you look up at the
clock and realize 3 hours have gone by but it only felt like 30 minutes. THAT! That is still missing. I’m not truly happy with anything once it’s
done. Often I want to to throw whatever
it is I just made into the trash.
I was so proud of myself for completing this particular ATC. I was trying something new and was actually
happy with the finished card when it was done.
Then I realized, I was supposed to make a rolo (rolodex card) not an
GROUP: ART Rainbow of Rolos: Red
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I had been putting off working in this journal because the
person selected a thin paper journal and I wanted (needed) to paint. I glued two pages together, laid on a heavy
coat of gesso and painted. Again, I
never found myself lost while creating the page. There was no flow or rhythm. But I did paint. As one of my blogging friends says, “Baby
steps, my people. Little tiny baby steps”
(thank you Pam).