Somewhere Between Tomorrow and Someday

Yesterday I wrote about the inspiration I found in the latest issue of Where Women Create. While I was busy reading the stories, my creative mind was pouring over the cottage style charm of some of the spaces that were featured there. I have often dreamed of having an airy art studio with distressed white furniture, neatly stacked shelves lined with baskets and apothecary jars that would organize every craft supply I own right down to the last micro mini brad. That dream has always remained just beyond my reach because I managed to place it somewhere between tomorrow and someday.


I realized that tomorrow and someday live only as thoughts in my head that anything that ever happens can only do so right now. Without giving much thought to any decisive action today, I ended up at the Home Depot on my lunch hour where I spent more than 20 minutes of bliss picking out paint colors for my brand new art studio. I purchased three tester colors, 2 in the blue green hues and one very light yellow. After putting the colors on my wall, I find the combination needs a bit of tweaking and that's okay. The important thing here is that I took a step toward my dream and tomorrow I'll take another and the day after that I'll do the same until the day I find myself working on paper dolls from my beautiful new dream studio.

Everyday Bliss is Where Women Create

20 minutes of bliss turned into 45 minutes of being utterly inspired by the lives of creative women. I went into Barnes & Noble with the specific purpose of selecting a magazine I could rip up for my creative collages. What I found was Stampington's latest issue of Where Women Create.


Today I spent my lunch hour reading stories of women with the courage to follow their dreams even under sometimes harsh conditions and economic uncertainty. Those stories also had another effect. They made it crystal clear to me that I'm still gripped by the fear of leaping into the abyss never to return or worse, living out of my car! Oh, I can hear the symphony of my Venomous Toad Committee playing to the tune of "You can't do it because . . . " *sigh*