It was June of this year when I found out my design position of 8 years was moving out of town. After coming home somewhat shell-shocked, shedding a few tears, and then going straight to bed, I woke up the following morning with a brand new attitude. I don't know where it came from honestly. Maybe deep inside I'd been dreaming about a new creative adventure for quite some time (seriously, did I just say "maybe"?). Or perhaps I just realized it was time to do things my very own way. Either way, I find myself here on January 1, 2016 with a new studio, some wonderful friends (at the Artist Cooperative "The Loading Dock" in Littleton, New Hampshire), and an entirely new lease in life.
It's been a long 7 months of "it's over, but it's not over." And I can't lie to you - there was a lot of soul-searching, head-scratching, and uneasiness. When I walked out of work for the very last day yesterday, I wondered how life would ever feel "normal" again. Friends at work have been so amazing - supporting me, and helping me move forward when my feet felt like lead, and tears were too close for comfort. They listened to my whining and insecurities, while propping me up and giving advice. After 8 years, it's difficult to think about life without seeing them every day - and without a "traditional job".
But here goes... My paintbrushes are locked and loaded! Stay posted as I share my new adventures with you.
Happy new year! Enjoy every single day. Love your life, and let your creative beasties run free!