In a conversation with my wife a few weeks ago she says: "After being married a few years now I've noticed that you approach everything in life as an artist." I thought back: 'That's not true. Wait a minute. That is true. She's right, she's really right.' It wasn't something positive or negative or even neutral. It was correct. It was reality. I don't think I had embraced that I was an artist until that conversation. It's on the same level as someone asking you what's your career versus if they had asked you whether you were a male or female. The career answer wouldn't come as quickly as the gender answer. In a flash I know: I am male, I know GOD personally, I am an artist.
I changed the blog's title today. I added a podcast player with a "message" uploaded on it. The Wind is changing and Winter is past.
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I realized the same thing a year or two ago. I'm desperately trying to reconcile the work that I do with what I am now. I think that how I approach life drives Steve crazy sometimes. I also think your wife is artist enough to deal with it a little better. Anyway, It's startling, isn't it, to realize what you are after so many years, and the fact that you either embrace it or you deny who and what you are?
ReplyDeleteWell said C.B.S.
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