I find I'm drawing on almost every experience and every memory as I get to know my current line of work - encouraged to paint all the time growing up starting with a bucket of water, a brush and a clean concrete sidewalk at Grandma and Grandpa's cabin at the lake... some leftover materials and paint at the kitchen table while Mom worked on her handmade wooden cutout Christmas ornaments... the strict scheduling and quota required at my short-lived coporate cubicle job... having to work in front of a live audience as I'd demonstrate techniques to the class when I taught... my Dad questioning a technique I was asked to employ on a blank canvas of a newly constructed room or home.
EVERYTHING continues to come together.
And I continue to learn, every single job teaches me more . I feel like I've been collecting people along my journey, some have pushed me in a direction, some have used my creative services which has boosted my portfolio and often lead to more work, and some I just needed to lean on.
People are trusting me with some major life events, some incredibly intimate celebrations, and some events where I am able to truly pay it forward doing what I'm doing to benefit people I don't even know through fundraising and hustling and brainstorming with countless go-getters working bigger than themselves.
I cannot be sincere enough about this when I say I am so grateful. I am welcoming these next phases, and anxious to see what exactly develops, but knowing there is power in the pause, and stopping to recognize and be thankful, and to proceed in faith and wisdom and patience.