I have a confession to make:
I am an artist.
I don't know why it is so hard for me to say that without wanting to shrink away immediately! Or giggle. Or back-peddle. Or downplay it. It might be because for the past ten years or so of my life, I have been working towards becoming an architect. And about a month ago, it happened. I passed the last of the seven tests that it takes to become an architect (now I am just figuring out where to send a silly amount of money to get the piece of paper).
But this art thing...it keeps creepin' back up on me and I can not stop thinking about it. Sometimes when I talk about it, I want to cry. Not because I am miserable. Because it makes me so excited to talk about it and think of the possibilities (and the possible failures).
So, anyhow, all drama aside. I have an Etsy shop where I timidly introduce my latest creations to the world. I have decided that from now on, I'm not going to be so timid about it. I think that if I really want to enjoy making my art, I need to enjoy talking about it. And I need to stop worrying about what people will think about the fact that I am not talking about architecture.
I feel better already.