It has been a whirlwind.
My emotions were high, then low and now somewhere in between.
This last week, an unease grew, that I couldn’t quite figure out.
Thanks to my mom, some much needed girl talk and tears, we figured it out.
Everyone wants to be included (to belong), to be a part of a “tribe” of people, they feel connected to.
I have wonderful friends, many of whom are creative. However, most of them live out of town.
I’m longing to meet artists and to be surrounded by that energy.
There is a difference between being creative and needing to create.
I have a desire to create things 24/7, often get bored and wish I could find these people, who feel the same way.
I’m on a journey searching for something, somewhere. Just haven’t quite found it yet.
Despite this constant frustration, I’m happy with who I am. I love my family and they love me back.
My toddler and I explore our imaginations on a regular basis.
I feel lucky to have a supporting team of family and friends.
But there is just something missing.
And so the search continues to find a tribe of artists.
Go Momma, Go!