I connected with another woman who is building a tiny, Michelle. when i feel overwhelmed, and like a dog chasing it's tail, i go to her blog and read a bit for re-inspiration. Last night I discovered that my Very Own Mother thought i was just dreaming and not serious about the Tiny. She was so unencouraging, i had to hang up the phone. i know she goes for traditional security of a marriage, rather than building your own strength, but had thought she was behind me. (she is convinced that my stepsister's problems would all be over if she just got married). it's a little sad to realize there really are few people who are behind me on this…who truly believe in me and my plans. not dreams, but Plans. they once were dreams, but now i am putting my shoulder to the door and bursting through to walk the hall. are you with me?
it's funny, but less than a decade ago, "connection" was all about having/reading blogs. then Facebook took over, then Twitter. people have cell phones, then texting. now - no one talks. it's all text and hitting a "like" button. I call my stepdaughter and she doesn't answer the phone. but i'll get a text in a minute or two after. at first, my feelings were hurt. but then i realized that's just the way of communication today. i'm old fashioned for having this blog, actually. but i like it that way. i still say that if you're too busy to pick up the phone and say hello, then you're too busy to be my friend. but on a lighter note…my job goes well & i love it. maybe the creativity in my job serves the same purpose as my studio? hmm. a thought to think in the shower and through the woods with Henry…if i can wake him up, beautiful dreamer that he is….
speaking of beautiful dreams…dream on, dream until your dreams come true….doesn't look so Tiny, eh?