More than a year ago I stepped away from writing, specifically writing this blolg, in order to pursue my love of art. I opened a business, Eseret Art, and have been doing okay in that. I missed writing but couldn’t find the time to do it all. But I have to step back into writing today because what I need to express can’t be done with a painting. At least, not by me.
You might have noticed a lack of writing lately. For good reason, I promise. I’ve stepped away from the novels for a while to let my muse chill out. In the meantime, I revitalized a latent talent I remembered from younger years – painting. I still have a lot to learn but I’m having fun and people seem to like it. So, I thought I’d share some with you.
I met the woman I want to emulate in about 40 years. She was absolutely wonderfully perfect. She’s 80-something, a cancer survivor, married 63 years, gloriously blunt, uplifting to all she meets and exceedingly joyful. Her name is Margaret. And she made my life exponentially better in just ten minutes.
Oh yes. It’s that time of year when people make resolutions…and sometimes break them. My plans, however, tend to be less resolution-y and more goal-oriented. And this year, I have just one big one – more ME.
Passion is defined as a “strong and barely controllable emotion”. Purpose is “the reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists”. Do you know which one you’re living with?
Believe it or not, I keep a lot of my opinions to myself (or just between me and a few good friends). I don’t share my opinions on gay marriage, the Confederate flag, feminism, ISIS, religion, politics or many other things. Why? Because I like to avoid conflict and I like to keep my friends. I can be pretty conservative (again, hard to believe I know). But, today I’m speaking out on all these things in one fell swoop. But maybe not as you would expect. (And this does get pretty wordy so bear with me).
Last week, I really wanted some flowers on my desk. No special occasion, no holiday or reason. I just really wanted fresh flowers on my desk. Particularly lilies, which I can’t get anyone to understand are my favorite! (Even if I use them as a device plot in my novels…)
Oh you love haters! We’ve all been inundated with the “I hate Valentine’s Day” naysayers, haven’t we? Complaints about the commercial aspects, how it’s a “Hallmark” holiday (which, BTW, it’s NOT. Do a little research, would ya?) and, worst in my eyes, the “I’m single and this day SUCKS” people. This is a note to you…and to those who love Valentine’s Day. And to even those who are ambivalent about it. Basically, it’s a note to everyone. 🙂
Oh, Victoria’s Secret. Usually I defend you without fail. I buy your high-priced bras because you understand that large-sized women don’t necessarily want to settle for “lightly lined” (read: ZERO support) bras or bras that are all function and no fun. But today you made me have a very uncomfortable conversation with my almost 13-year-old son. And I’m not sure how I feel about that yet.