Being What You Love

I grew up slowly.  I became a wife, then a mother, followed by divorce and single motherhood.  As a result the journey has been a challenging one.  Personal transformation, re-marriage, empty nest, and finally freedom from a certain view of myself.

In the midst of a chaotic and uncertain day I stop to arrange a shelf, write a thank  you note, or make a small painting in the studio. I am doing what I love. Writing stories that erupt inside of me after the death of Mom a year ago are a big part of that.  Stories have been percolating for years, poaching in the crockpot of my experience.
I am here reporting that doing something I love everyday has made a difference in keeping myself open to the world.
I recommend it.