It has been a bit since I have written a blog.
Life has a way of throwing you curve balls from time to time. I needed a minute to take it all in, mull it over, readjust and begin again.
I think when we get too comfortable, being too relaxed and not paying attention is when the rug gets pulled out from beneath us.
The waters aren’t always going to be smooth sailing. It takes challenges, hard rowing, and steering to navigate the rough waters.
With roses, come thorns.
As I age, I have become more tolerant of life’s curveballs and disappointments.
I have learned to take down walls when necessary and when to put them up.
However, I am not a pushover and I will stand up for myself and my family.
But I am now back on the path of gratitude and grace. A place I feel most at home.
I am standing taller, with more confidence and determination.
Having said all that, I lost my motivation in my pottery studio for a time being. It felt like everything I created either blew up in the kiln, came out dumb-looking, or not the way I envisioned.
I am going in a slightly different direction now. I am stepping out of MY box and trying things that “scare” me a little. I still have pottery blowing up, slumping over, and breaking. But I am back to enjoying my time in my studio without regrets or feeling guilty about being in there creating and enjoying my art.
It will be more minimalistic, organic with elements of nature. More of where I am in this stage of my life. Not too pretentious or overly decorated. Still wonky and perfectly imperfect.
I had to get out of my own way, have deep conversations, connections, and more importantly, rest.
At 63, I am starting a new journey, a new chapter, a stronger mind, body (my body isn’t agreeing with it sometimes!), and spirit. I am more dedicated to my art. Not just pottery, but how I live my life. Art can be found everywhere, from the way I cook, garden, keep house, dress, and communicate. I am renewed.
I have the love of a good husband, I am blessed beyond compare with kids and grandkids. I have very deep roots with my brother, sister, aunts, uncles, and cousins. I do not take my life for granted.
Let’s all have a good conversation about the loss of motivation, a loss of self-worth or confidence. How do you deal with it, what do you do to motivate yourself? How did you get out of your own way?
I would love to hear from you. It is a necessary conversation for many. There may be someone out there that just needs a little push in the right direction, a little love, and understanding. If we can all lend a little knowledge, we can help each other when we are feeling a bit lost.
If you are still with me, thank you for reading all this mess. I tend to ramble and not make sense at times. But if one thing this pan-dang-demic has taught me, is we need to stand by our convictions and standards, be true to ourselves, and gentle to those who need a little light in their lives.
Until next time,
Be kind, feed the birds and bees, and go outside!