I just hung up with my musician-artist of a boyfriend/ex-boyfriend/best friend/phone pal; and this phone session gave me a few things to ponder on. I'm a frustrated artist. My biggest dilemma is that my interest exceeds my talent. And it takes ever so long for me to bring out what I have in mind. I so envy those people who can write, paint, create, or whatever it is they do, as naturally as breathing. He gave my life a quick assessment and diagnosed me with a much too careful life. The cure? Be real.
Being real. Honesty. Letting loose. Letting go. Throwing all cares into the wind, and letting the heart and soul shine through.
How beautiful that must feel. How does one do it, though? How does one live such a life?
Hi! Marj here! I am a tiny twenty-something, who loves to dream, travel, and recycle. I am a registered nurse by trade, but an artist by heart. I am most passionate about art and design, and I hope to find a career in that direction someday. This is a blog about ideas, inspiration, everyday nothings, self-discovery, and my own personal journey through the creative.