So this is it, folks. I've made the decision quit my job and say farewell to eighteenth century living. I can't believe how quickly eight years of pretend indentured servitude have flown by. I'll miss it all--the labor, the clothes, the smell of wood smoke in my hair (not), and most of all, the excellent people I've had the pleasure to work with and learn from. And then, there's the kids; I'll miss them, too *sniffle.* But it's time to move on and devote more time to something that's always been a dream and a passion.
Does that sound lofty? Because I don't mean it to. It's just what happens in me head. :) It's how I'm wired. I believe God has given me a gift. I also know there are areas where the tools of that gift need sharpening. So, I'll be taking some intense study classes in the art of drawing and color, in the hopes that I'll be able to render those pictures and dreams to the best of my ability. I'm at a point in my life now where I can devote the time, and I don't want to waste it. It won't be easy, but things worthwhile usually aren't, right?
So it's goodbye petticoats, and hello art world.
Wish me luck.