Are We Ever Too Old to Dream

It's been an up and down day today and I am feeling a bit discouraged. Thinking about what other people were doing. And what I was doing. You know -- comparing my jumbled inside with their neat and tidy outsides. Thinking of how I wanted to be an artist ever since I was a little girl. 7 years old.

Maybe living is an art.

Raising kids is an art. And I love my two sons so much.

Teaching is an art. I feel good when I see that aha light turn on for my students. And I know it is ok if they don't all get there at the same time. And some may never have the patience to get there. If I can share a spark with a student, then I know I keep that art alive.

Gardening is an art. Even maintaining the yard is one. An overwhelming one. But there are spots of beauty that give you peace.

Even chatting to people at the bar is an art.

But it wasn't what I imagined. I wanted to make 3 dimensional soft art. And also write and illustrate childrens books.

I have made some 3D soft scultpure, but its been a long time. Made some fun freestyle quilts.
Tried my hand at weaving -- which was fun too.

Am I too old to still make that dream happen? Sigh.
I let life get bogged down with just getting by.

Maybe someday. Just not today. But I will still hope.... and dream.