Friday, August 31, 2012

Art Blog: Soft Place to FALL

This has been an unbelievable year for me so far. I quit my teaching job and have been looking for a new, fresh start. It is all good. I have had a couple of "false alarms", but that is OK because I learned something from the experiences. In fact, it has been a wonderific last few months. I have learned to live "poor" again. That doesn't really bother me at all. I can do this, just as I have for many years before.

One thing that is different now is I realize my worth. I have mad skills. People always told me that and I would shrug their comments off. Despite awards and accolades, I just thought I was an ordinary artist/teacher. I wanted to do my jobs and live life. That was it.

Now, I have come to a time in my life in which the clock is ticking. If everything goes well, I might have twenty more good years. I realize this and want to make the best of it.

So what do I want? My desires are probably very similar to your own. I want a "SOFT PLACE TO FALL". In other words, I want a place to work in which I can work a long time. This place will appreciate my skills, love my creativity, and want me to use my enthusiasm and happiness to do a job well done. I want to do meaningful work that helps people. Also, I want to be allowed to laugh loud sometimes. LOL

That is it. That is all. I don't think this is asking too much. :-)

Just like this: A SOFT PLACE TO FALL
I know it will happen sooner or later. I just need to find the fit. I will too. Thank you Universe!

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Art Blog: What HAPPENED?

“Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.”

Dr. Seuss

Many years ago (25 to be exact), something traumatic happened to me. I was full of anxiety and trauma. I was offered an opportunity to go see a social worker for advice and guidance. It was a free program sponsored by the university I lived near at the time. I decided to take advantage of this opportunity because I was a hot mess with a tiny child in tow.

Each week, I would walk over to university mental health office and meet with her. Quickly she became aware of my artist status and took that into account during her psychological "readings". Some weeks were kind of boring. I just told her what I did and what I planned to do. However, there were days when I would walk into her office and she could read my face. The first words out of her mouth were "Sheree, what happened?"

During those years, I never really understood what was going on or why she asked me that. I didn't see the connection of my body language and my life experiences. I really didn't. In the meantime, I would tell her some sad story and she would give me tips on how to proceed.

Flash forward 25 years...............I get it now. In fact, when I get doomy and gloomy, I start off asking myself: "What happened Sheree?" This one question helps me to understand that I am reacting to external sources of my environment. I am not living in the now or using myself as my own reality. This past year has been more than difficult for me. I had to leave a job I love for bizarre reasons. I started to feel like a waif in the wind. Nothing has made sense for too many months. However, I got a new job that is a totally new experience for me. Yes I am sad I had to leave what I know, but I am happy I have this opportunity for new experiences. In fact, if I ask myself "What happened?", I could respond with words like

This painting is a perfect example of my feelings right not.

Yes. Thank you Universe!