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Last night I enjoyed a yummy home-cooked meal prepared by my friends Charles & Carrie Beth. I love spending time with them…they always make me feel so welcomed and loved. Sometimes you just need to be around good friends, and last night was the perfect example. They fed my soul in more ways than one. We talked about memories, future plans and general life happenings. I left in a much better headspace than when I arrived!
I am looking forward to some quiet time this weekend to get some personal things done. It’s been a busy 10 days and I need to put some energy back into my being. I feel the need to go within myself and recharge. I think a nice coffee shop, my laptop and good music will do just the trick. Writing has become a nice way to escape lately. The older I get, the more I fall in love with words. Even if I am the only person who ever sees some of the things that I write, it is such a release to let thoughts and ideas flow from my spirit. I used to think that art was only a visual medium, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. There is something magical about painting a picture purely from description, and letting your reader create the masterpiece in their own minds. It ends up being something more intimate to the interpreter, I think.
There is nothing more powerful in life than to be a master of your own feelings. I am a fairly sensitive person, which has its ups and downs. I am capable of deep, intense understanding…while on the flipside I can sometimes be easily hurt by others. It has been a lifelong challenge to build confidence in myself and to not need reassurance from someone else. Most of the time I have a good handle on it, but every now and then – especially when I am tired – I feel my sensitivities rise. I can be unfairly hard on myself, but luckily it is usually short-lived. It is probably obvious at this point that I am currently feeling this way, but I think a few days of rest and expression will effectively push the reset button.
Herb-Stuffed Scallops with Asparagus, Almonds & Citrus...made by Charles & Carrie Beth!
Champagne with friends.
It’s Friday the 13th! :) According to Susan Miller, this is supposed to be an amazing weekend. All I know at this moment is that it looks reeeeeally cold outside. I am going to be doubling up on my layers before heading out to work! This is definitely a big scarf and fuzzy socks kinda morning.
There is a moment that I’ve been thinking of a lot lately. Sorry if I’ve written about it before, but it’s fresh on my mind today. There was something significant that happened to me when I was 18, a distinct feeling that I had when my life was about to change that I will never forget. After my high school graduation, I was on a plane to Chicago to attend a summer early college program at The School of the Art Institute of Chicago. I had an eery feeling that I was leaving behind life as I knew it forever. When I was to return in the fall I would immediately move to college and away from my family in Morris indefinitely. I’ve always been tremendously sentimental, while also not afraid to leave what is “comfortable.” A strange paradox sometimes. Anyway, while sitting on the plane I started to cry from an overwhelming flood of emotions. Part of me was so terribly sad to leave my mom, dad, two little sisters and brother in the life that I knew so well… but something greater was waiting on the other side of that plane ride. And it was. I got to meet people of all kinds at the Chicago Art Institute, while being exposed to big city life. I rode the train to visit new parts of town and painted nude people all day (was there for a painting the figure course). 
I met new friends from all over the country, and my horizons broadened. I almost considered staying there for college, but I came back to Alabama where I had a full art scholarship…and sadly, where the boy I was dating was (that never gets easier to admit!). While a part of me wonders what would have happened to my life if I had stayed in Chicago, ultimately that’s not what happened. I went on to school back here in Alabama and had an amazing time. One of the best times in my life so far, actually. I am looking forward that kind of adventure again. I am looking forward to the unknown.
I have a few things up my sleeve that could shake things up again for me. And honestly, half the fun is just dreaming about the possibilities.
