Walk With Strength
It's one of those days where I question what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. The bills pile up and I wonder to myself "why do you want to be an artist? There are so many things you can do that would be easier". Today I really have to tell that voice to be quiet.
When I decided to leave counseling to pursue art, a lot of people thought I was crazy. And I didn't really tell anyone for a while outside of my husband and children.
I struggled with feeling selfish. I struggled with feeling foolish (who makes a living selling and teaching art anyway?), and days like today I struggle to pay the bills.
But they get paid. And I have amazing support.
And what keeps me going is that I know the story of the "starving artist" is just that, a story. I know that part of this journey for me is about shifting paradigms.
Why shouldn't I be able to do what I love and support my family? Why shouldn't I be able to shine my God-given light and put food on my table?
And you know what else? I know I am not alone. There are those who walked before me on this path and those who walk with me now. I can hear them whispering "don't stop right before the miracle happens."
And I hang on.