Bear with me as I try to get back into the swing of blogging again. Writing is a skill that requires constant practice – especially for someone not naturally gifted in that area. Fortunately for me – though maybe not for you – the lack of talent has never really held me back.
Prelude: I wish I had something more interesting to write rather than my life. But it’s all I have right now, so I’m running with it. Thanks for letting me share.
Yesterday started off pretty low. I felt sorry for myself, and I REALLY hate feeling sorry for myself. It’s tough living in a small town where you don’t know a lot of people or have any close friends. When you get one, you don’t want to let go. That said, I firmly believe that letting go of the bad just makes more room for the good. And it’s already coming in.
I mentioned that I was offered a part time job yesterday. It’s a pretty simple job printing special-order invitations for folks around town. And right up my alley. I’m slightly nervous since don’t actually know what’s expected of my yet, and I’ve already received two job requests. But I think it’s pretty darn nice that someone thought to offer me the job.
Today, I received an invitation to an event at the Virginia Arts of the Book Center. I had never heard about this group before but it is (per its website) “a community of artists exploring books, paper, and printmaking through a hands-on studio of the Virginia Foundation for the Humanities.” Sounds fun, right up my alley (again) and I intend on going. But the most striking thing about this invitation is that it was made by someone who remembered an offhanded conversation from who-knows-when and took the time to come to my office to share. And it’s more than an event. It’s an invitation to join a community of (presumably) interesting folks with similar interests. I don’t get offers like that every day.
Would these two things have happened if I were still in a bad place? Sure. But odds are I wouldn’t have jumped on them as quickly as I did . And I’m not sure I would have received them with the enthusiasm and gratitude I have today. I feel as if I have room to grow again. And there’s really no better feeling in the world.
Oh, and of course this means there’s a new art medium in future.
Because I need another project.