Well it’s 4:00 in the morning and I’m not sleeping, I have been lying here for the last hour, just thinking, not sleeping. My brain wont shut down long enough for me to get some rest. I’ve a lot on my mine as of late regarding dreams and sacrifice, and when to say uncle.
It’s been a year to the week since I decided to follow my dream of being an Artist.
I have to admit it’s been an amazing time in my life. A time of expression and freedom, but of sacrifice as well.
When I walked, or should I say ran away from the confines of the nine to five, I knew I would be trading some privileges for others.
My lack of income was one of the hardest factors to factor in my new life style.
I could no longer afford the luxury of excess, which meant my car had to go, so I let it go.
There would be no more whimsy purchases like cute cowboy boots, or that amazing jacket
that I just have to have.
I’ve learned there is no such thing as "have to have"
unless it’s more paints.
I traded my luxuries for my dreams.
In this last year I have met the most amazing group of people,
I have become a member of a tribe, a tribe of dreamers and creators.
I guess that’s why I’m not sleeping; I don’t want to give this all up,
but I feel like I’m at another crossroads.
I’ve given this “full time artist thing” a year of my life, as well as a year of my family’s life.
And let me tell you my family has been great, they are my biggest fans.
But hard cold reality is that dreams don’t pay the bills; food, heat, and power are not luxuries.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not destitute by any means, although things have gotten tight over the winter. This time of the year is always slow in my husbands business, but as spring approaches, we have always been able to see a light at the end of the tunnel.
I guess this one-year mark has hit me pretty hard. I don’t know what I expected to happen when I started on this journey. I guess I just thought I’d be further along at this point.
I’ve had such great success in selling my art when I’ve been able to get my work out there in an Art Festival setting. But the reality of that is that these festivals are not free and it seems I’m only making enough money to pay for supplies and the next festival.
I had hoped to have some kind of a licensing deal by now, and even though I have sent out over fifty art submissions, I’ve only received rejections so far.
Maybe I need to send out a hundred more?
When I started this journey it was not about the money, it was about how my art made me feel and how it touched others, that’s one thing I will never sacrifice, not for any amount of luxury.
I guess at this point I need to readjust, revaluate, revisit the reasons why I started on this journey in the first place.
I guess right now I just feel like an unfinished painting,
just waiting for the creator to finish.
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just waiting for the creator to finish.
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