I am often surprised (shocked, to be honest) to realize that I am no longer a young woman. I walk around doing life as if I were 30-something, and then accidentally catch of glimpse of myself in a mirrored surface and see my mother. Or there is something I need under the bed and my knees scream at me "You're 57!!"
I try not to obsess about it, but I would be lying if I said I never give it a thought. Without going into details, there were a lot of years that I was not in love with life. Maybe happiness was always there for me to choose, but I didn't see it or didn't know how to grab on to it. In any case - it took me over 50 years to truly appreciate this life that I've been given. I could write a book about those 50 years...but I won't. It would be sad and boring. I would rather look forward.
When I was a child, I had some dreams...one of which was to be an artist of some kind. This dream was not given much encouragement, so it withered from neglect. It didn't die, though. I've been nurturing that old dream the last few years (with blood, sweat and tears, lol) and it's come back to life. This weekend, I will be having my very first art show! Big shout out to my friend, Sheila Rains, and Creekwood Farm for giving me this awesome opportunity! Please check out Creekwood's website: creekwoodfarmrv.com