Do you try out the word artist to see how it fits? Are you comfortable with it? My friend Lena emigrated from Russia almost 10 years ago. She, and her then 10 year old son escaped a brutal life in the shadows of Chernobyl. Last year she married a wonderful man, a self professed computer nerd. He refers to me as an artist. He says I look at things in a completely different way than he does. It's the first time I really saw myself that way.
So, I've been thinking about all the wonderful things, aside from the obvious work itself, that my craft does for my life. Some may seem um, yeah, to you, but to the majority of the planet, they are gifts indeed.
I get to hop on my bike anytime I feel like it. If that means working late into the night, so be it.
I get to work from home in a studio that may never be finished, but I am always there for the ones I love.
My jewelry humbly plays a part in weddings and anniversaries, adoptions and births, celebrations of a lifetime.
Since 2008, I have been able to make 13 loans through Kiva to budding entrepreneurs around the globe. I have the privilege of supporting Doctors without Borders in Haiti and Darfur.
I can surf the net without anyone looking over my shoulder, as well as chat with all of you when I want to.
I will get to wake up every day and do work I love for the rest of my life.
It's grand, isn't it?