I have a friend who got a bit miffed when she told her daughter I was an artist, and I jumped in to deny it, saying "Oh no I'm not! I'm just a person who loves to play with art supplies!" She also thinks I should try to do more with my writing -- maybe branch out into something like travel writing, where I might actually get paid (or at least, get some free hotel stays) for my efforts. She's not alone in those sentiments. I know my father (and probably hubby too) often wondered at my lack of drive -- at my seeming contentment with "enough", instead of the normal craving for "MORE!"
|All I have to do is look at this photo, to feel positively euphoric!|