I've had this itching lately...um, figuratively speaking.
I am an artist by hobby. But, it is within me through and through.
I do not regret my kinesiology background and experience by any means. But...deep down I yearn for some more art classes! Artists are not born from formal education. Refined. Yes.
Oil painting is a timely process.
As a mother, it has taken a back seat. Life is b.u.s.y.
I was surfing through art paintings tonight thinking about my next endeavor which roughly occurs every year or so now.
I also read through "artist quotes" this evening.
So mine goes like this,
you may not have time for it.
you may ignore it.
but, it finds a way to creep back in
and wave hello
time and time again.
it is ingrained inside you
running through your veins.
at any point along the journey of life
the feeling inevitably reaches a boiling point
desperate to explode upon the surface of a long forgotten canvas
rescued from being buried under hidden treasures in any overly stuffed closet.
emotion bursts through your finger tips
as you empty yourself upon the blank slate
resulting in this thing called a painting.
and all it right with the world again.
Welp, one more thought. A quote I snagged from my one and only, very creative brother.
"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes - the ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing that you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things." - Apple -sweet dreams internet...
Our springtime produces a multitude of bluebonnet snap shot opportunities.
I love them all. Even the full blown meltdowns caught on film. Or the hand belonging to my helpful husband wiping tears off a cheek or brushing a bug from a little pudgy hand. These are not doctored up. Not edited to straighten or crop.
Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I remember a moment.
It was only a blink away.
I said to my husband...why are we so stressed? Life is so good! We'll look back and think how simple things were.
We have our family together.
Our parents are with us and are in good health.
You have a job. We are happy. The kids are young. I only have 3 gray hairs...
Life is full of blessings. So easily taken for granted.
Easy to feel invincible. To get wrapped up in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
At some point in our lives we come across an event.
You remember how life was before.
And then the new reality forms afterwards.
At this point in time you know things will never be the same.
Yes, I know this all sounds dramatic. But, it is so true! We just forget how precious our lives are.
You could say I'm immure by saying mortality sucks.
You could say that.
When it hits so very close to home
and then just try to breathe....
If you know me, you might know I'm a silly person.
If you know me well, you see a childlike spirit that somehow has been kept alive.
Life at 32 has left a mark. I'm holding on to that spirit within.
Man, I need to paint......
Any creative souls out there, you know what I mean. xoxo
I started this blog as a 'not so personal' diary of sorts. A cherished time capsule, so maybe one day my family and I could look back and see what life was like way back when...
Over time the topics evolve.
Currently my husband and I are embarking on an exciting journey together.
Que Captain Kirk: I am going where I have never gone before.
I swear I'm not a Trekkie!
Two days into phase 2 of a very serious lifting and eating program.
Phase one had me doing exercises I hadn't done since college. A little rusty on the squat machine or cable crossover. I picked it back up quickly.
And I just shrug off that I may look silly because its my first time doing incline chest press on the smith machine. Or that I'm trading in sets with a bunch of dudes. My weight is a tiny fraction of what they do. Whatever. Tunnel vision.
I love that I have a husband who jumps on the bandwagon with me whenever I want to commit to a program. We are very busy. He is gone a lot. We try to find balance in our whirlwind of a life.
And fitness is a part of that balance. It is hard to commit and stay consistent. That's the key to it all, though.
I wanted to share a fabulous recipe we love. Three bean turkey chili. Full of unexpected flavor. Try it!
And of course I have to post a song. Where would my life be without music?
I laugh as I re-read my 2014 goals from my last post. I'm actually doing some of them!
Made my first fondant cake for my daughter's party. I scaled back a bit this year being a destination celebration. But, all you planners out there know it kills inside when it doesn't pan out how you thought. And, you can't really tweak it. As is. Silly thoughts. Yes, I know.
We celebrated O's birthday in royal fashion with a beauty and the beast theme.
Both grandmas came from out of town.
Everyone jumped their little hearts out.
The highlight for me was watching O's face. Full of pure joy, energy and innocence.
The camouflage four! Can you see it? haha
....aaaand this shot is about as good as we're going to get it. Great days like this one go by too fast!