This morning I was walking a dog and enjoying the beautiful spring air, and it struck me how lucky I was to be strolling along at 10am, smelling the blooming trees. Don't get me wrong, dog walking is not always a walk in the park (har-har). I have to pick up after the dog, and I've gotten in the middle of dog fights, and walking isn't so nice in the elements.
But today, it was beautiful.
|"Into the Mystic" ©Tabetha Hastings|
Then, this afternoon I helped a woman find her soul again through painting. Her youngest kid just left home, and now she's taking painting lessons to get back to herself. And I get to help.
We're working on a version of my "Into the Mystic" painting.
These are my jobs. And yes, there is a bunch of stuff that I complain about - like bookwork and marketing and the perils of being a self-employed artist; but this is the life that I chose. This is my dream. Tomorrow I'll do some computer work, and then I'll be in my studio, painting away. (Anyone want to buy a painting...?)
Ten years ago I couldn't have imagined this life. It makes me excited to see what the next ten years bring.