Yesterday I celebrated a milestone birthday. I was surprised at how down I felt -- old, friendless, unloved.
This morning, with a new perspective, I concluded: How ridiculous! I'm younger now than I ever will be. I have friends I treasure (and who I hope treasure me), and I am extremely loved.
Artists who work in studios usually wear aprons. I've never had one. Well, Chris gave me two aprons yesterday (why two? it's a Gemini thing). One's red, one's blue. I donned the blue one this morning and began working on a postcard-sized collage. An hour and a half later it was done and two versions were uploaded to Fine Art America.
Ta da! I celebrated a milestone birthday, lived through it, and, with my "magic" apron, now consider myself a "real" artist! A great start, wouldn't you say?
And to all of you who sent me birthday greetings yesterday on Facebook, thank you so very much. I'm truly grateful.