I concluded my last week of blues with a knock out flu and am happy to report I have turned the corner.
I am in recovery both emotionally and physically.
Last week I was ready to throw in the towel and admit defeat with bad “mojo” running through my head…
- Who am I, as an overweight almost (gasp) forty year old woman to take on lofty dreams of becoming an international artist?
- How can I possibly think that in this deep recession I can afford a trip to Italy where I dream of painting Tuscan hills?
- How can I change my bad health habits and get ready to participate with our 8 Women Dream group in the San Francisco Bay to Breakers?
As I wallowed in self pity and doubt I found myself sinking. The glowing flames of my dreams grew faint and flickered.
Who am I an almost forty year old overweight woman to have such lofty dreams?
- I am every woman
- who has
- the right to dream
- and has been given the precious gift of opportunity.
This precious gift of opportunity includes a wonderful support group of 8 Women Dream who reminds me I am not alone on this journey and the opportunity to try to succeed at my dreams.
I do not want to leave this life regretting that I never tried and gave up too soon.
So here I am surrounded in a pile of tissues typing my Sunday blog at almost midnight.
Who am I?
I am a fabulous almost forty year old women working towards some amazing dreams.
The above painting was done from a series of barn paintings I did a little over a year ago. I grew up in Sonoma County and love the green hills of spring and old rustic barns.
Wendy’s dream is still to become a influential international artist, but she left 8 Women Dream in March of 2010 to complete grad school… and in 2014 she graduated!