Let the Games Begin...

Lately, my artistic endeavors feel like an Olympic event. My time is off, my pace isn't right,
my skis aren't cooperating. In reality, there just has been a lot going on, since the Olympics began.
We had to run and get gifts for Valentine's day, we thought we were done, but there was a hint, we weren't( fun), then we had to bake gifts,( good times), then we had to clean house to have boyfriend and friends over. (my daughter's boyfriend, lol) We baked him a cookie the size of a pizza, and decorated it. Had to work on my/our technique. We had to run to town to buy heart shape pizzas, hurry back to make sure cookie wasn't burnt. Then everyone leaves, clean up. Next day, plan for Navy friends to come over for dinner, run to VA, Dr's appt, run to Lowe's get paint supplies, run home, clean, prep for dinner. Dinner went well, but we had a few obstacles and I had to clean my work space(the table), tuck and hide everything away and start dinner. The guests said they would be later, so I delayed(the event) then they arrived early. Oh, well...life is like that...

I think of the Olympic dreams the work, the desire, the underlying tension and the thrill of winning and the agony of defeat. It is not how you start, it is how you finish. Try, try again...

It is an emotional roller coaster, sadness, heartache, broken dreams, and undeniable joy! There are goosebumps, tears and ranting at the TV! Our hearts go out to the family, who lost their son, the young man whose death on the luge training was gut wrenching. Then the
Canadian mogul skier Bilodeau, whose brother has celebral palsy and the older snow boarder,
Seth Wescott, then there is Hannah Kearney's brilliant performance.

I know doing art can't compare, but in reality for me, I don't have my own space, yet... I have to
bring my supplies elsewhere, set up, train(do art) then pack up and begin again, tomorrow or whenever time allows. Some people have a lot of support, some don't. I am in the don't camp.(My daughter is supportive and thanks for me for being creative).
The rest of my family , just doesn't get it, the mess, the what are you doing, etc. I suppose there are Olympian that have friends, that don't understand their passion. Whatever your passion is
don't you have the right to unleash it, try it, discover why you are draw to it, whatever it may be.
I try to explain to my husband, art for me is like fishing for you. You love to go, that peaceful flow that you get into, , whether you catch anything or not. It is a need, a must, something you have to do, for your soul. Doesn't your soul deserve to play, to go into the wilderness of your intuition and find out why you are drawn to this medium. I think I will win him over, I guess I just haven't caught the big one, yet. When I do, then he will see, my big catch is different, but brings the same results..then we will argue, that he can eat his catch of the day and I can't!