Timing

Back in the 70's my cool cousins owned a baby blue Volkswagen beetle - the original - not the remakes you see driving around today. Not the one's on steroids that my kids punch me in the ribs every time they see on the road, "punch buggy!" No, they had the original that was cared for and passed down to each sibling in the family as they learned to drive. It was a part of the family. I loved that car. I loved being driven in that little, noisy and temperamental bug. I remember my cousin Jenny struggling to change the gears to the correct one at the top of hills or when slowing down when we got to the beach. I remember it stalling when it didn't like her timing.

Lately I've been thinking about that beetle. I feel like my life is a little like that car trying to get into gear going up a hill. I have been so focused on my dream of becoming the artist I know I can be while helping children in the throes of grief and trauma heal through the use of art as therapy. I am convinced that this is why I am on this spinning planet. Know for sure that all the loss I have experienced is for a reason. Some road blocks have been thrown in my direction. When I found out I did not get the financial aid I need to attend the Expressive Therapies program I was accepted into at Lesley University it broke me. After my husband looked at me and said, "We can't do this", I allowed myself exactly one day to cry. I asked what in God's name He was to have me do if not this? The next day I got back into gear and started on plan B.

Sometimes our Plan B or C, D ... is the one that is meant for us. As I figure out where this new path will lead me I return to what I know to be truth. I know what inspires me and I never tire of finding it in unexpected places. I have been working on ideas in the studio, in my journal and in my mind while driving my kids here and there.

Staying on the right path in life is about timing and commitment and loads of patience. 

Happy driving on what ever path you have chosen!