Today is my birthday. Hip-hip-horray. Birthdays suck when they land in the middle of the week. I'm not saying how old I am but I am starting to feel a mid-life crisis coming on. I swear. I'm freaking out about how I'm in my 30s and I am just now hitting my artist stride. Why did it take me so long to get there?
Simple answer - GUYS. Guys, in general, screw up your life. When I was in my 20's, I abandoned all of my interests and picked up whatever the guy I was dating at the time's interest was. So now I like Hockey, beer, other sports, playing pool and darts, hole-in-the wall bars, etc.
Now that I've been married 7 years, I have finally revived my artistic needs and my house is covered in art supplies. Lucky for me, I never threw any of my supplies or drawings out. My 5-year-old son loves "playing" with me when I paint, sculpt or make jewelry. He just called me to tell me he's making me a "special birf-day sah-pwise" which I know is going to consist of a combination of all different types of art media. So I'm looking forward to going home, loving his present and after he goes to bed, cleaning up the mess. Maybe Birthdays aren't so bad after all.
