"Someday Maybe" is Now

 “Someday Maybe” is Now

For Storing Art

I made this from scrap lumber from an old deck.

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Inside Art Studio

Outside Art Studio

(For ceramic work, I didn’t think my husband would appreciate me throwing clay inside the house)

Everyone has dreams that they think “Maybe someday” with a wistful mental tone; dreams that seem like such a far off thing that it doesn’t even seem like a possible reality.  So you start to think, “Those kinds of dreams are for other people; people who don’t have the responsibilities that I have and have time to get bored.” 

This is how I have felt about me doing art again. Always in the past it has been “Even if I had the supplies, where would I find the time to dedicate to that???”  So my day dreams of doing art go back into the “Maybe Someday” category.

At the beginning of the year I hit a point in my life where I needed things to change.  I felt like I was drowning and then like I had drowned.  I had to let everything go in my life go except for what really mattered to me.  My faith in my Heavenly Father, scripture study and my family is all I hung on to.  So far over the last six months I have been trying figure out what I need as a person.  I have been trying things I haven’t done in years, like drawing, cycling, and dancing. 

As I have been writing I have realized that a good amount of what has held me back from living my dreams is fear.  Fear of failure, fear of success, fear of opening myself up.  I am still scared.  I also know that some of the best things I have done in my life I was near terrified to try.  That is not to say that fear doesn’t have its place.  Being afraid of falling off a tall building is a good thing. That fear usually keeps most people from falling to their deaths.  There are times fear is a good thing.

One of my “Maybe someday” dreams is have my own art studio, a space where I can make a creative mess.  I have always imagined a big old barn so I could put the different types of art I create in different sections.  I don’t have a barn.  I may never have a barn, so why on earth should I stop myself from having what I would like because it doesn’t match my day dreams?  I shouldn’t, that’s crazy. So I have dedicated one section of wall in my house and the same wall on the outside of my house for my art studio.  Now one of my “someday maybes” is here.