In Another Life

I swear that I surely must have been some sort of creative person in a former life and maybe you get to be just the opposite in your new life because I have this primal need to create but there is nary a single creative bone in my body. 

It’s not fair!  Totally not fair that I want to create beautiful one of a kind pieces of exquisite jewelry and I’ve even taken the classes but then I go home and there is no kiln to fire my pieces, no work space to create and be as messy as I want, no array of neatly placed tools to aid in the creation process, nor the time to devote to my passion, so my new found knowledge slowly slips away along with the self confidence that I can do it.

HBL and I both would love to master the art of glass blowing and creating beautiful object out of glass.  I want to fashion my own dishes on a spinning pottery wheel because I know exactly what I want and I’ve search high and low but there is no such thing being offered on the market today. 

I have thousands of photos I should frame and display or maybe even offer for sale but I have no clue where to start.  Scrapbooking might be a great way to present the multitudes of memories I’ve captured of my children and grandchildren but as of now, they will get them all piled in a couple of huge boxes in no form of order.  I figure going through those boxes will give them something to do after I’m gone, right? 

The task of achieving all these lofty goals is daunting and I don’t know where to start.  Maybe I wasn’t meant to be creative in this life.  Maybe this is the only life I’ve had or will ever have.  Maybe I’m getting scared that life is passing by so quickly all the sudden and I didn’t catch the right train to my final destination. 

Is this a common midlife dilemma or is it just me?   What do you want to be when you grow up?

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL

p.s. Can you tell I’m still sick?   ugh….this cold is kicking my butt!