I love art. It feeds my soul and makes me happy. I love being around artful people. I love listening to the ideas soar through the air with the energy of jet propulsion engines. I love making stuff. I love being surrounded by things that create possibilities in my mind. Truthfully, I find social gatherings a bit boring when the talk is not about creating and possibilities. Maybe that is what I like about art, the possibilities.
Then there is the impact of planning and organizing artful events, stores, Etsy shops, websites. All this excites me too. Oh, the millions of possibilities of how to promote artful people and artful stuff. Every time I drive by an empty store (and there seems to be too many of them at present) I mentally plan a business that would fit in that spot. Every time I drive past a place that could house workshops, I mentally click through the possibilities of inviting instructors and students to meet there. I love the art of creating a business.
John, at this point, reminds me how much we enjoy spontaneity and free time to play and just being together with no stress.
Then I ask myself if I am done with this part of my life. The part that makes big, big plans.
I am not sure, but in the meantime I will just play with my art stuff and try to surround myself with like minded people.