It’s official; rent is paid! I now have a gallery space. It may not be huge, but it is a step in the right direction. I am so excited to finally have a place to display my art and market myself. It’s been a goal, maybe even a dream for a long time. I think about where I started just two and a half years ago. I was panicked and frightened to find myself jobless, not owning anything (I was getting ready to move out of the country), and bringing a child into my world. I felt alone and lost. I felt like I had little to offer a child. I didn’t want the sort of life that locked me to a cubicle doing a job I loathed in order to pay for stuff I didn’t need.
In a way I was fortunate. I applied for the dreaded jobs I didn’t want. I interviewed well. They took one look at my growing belly and offered an insincere smile and said “we’ll be in touch”. Desperate for a job, I had no choice but to beresourceful. I started advertising art lessons and showing my work wherever I could. I started teaching classes with different organizations throughout the community. Somehow, I managed to find myself exactly where I was supposed to be. I was doing something that fulfilled me and was making a living at it. It hasn’t been an easy road; things are still tight financially. The payoff though, is that I feel fulfilled. My son is happy kid with a happy mom. I get to be home with him most of the time and am able to still chase my dreams. I didn’t have to sacrifice myself in order to make it work. It worked itself out.
The gallery is just one more step in this dream. I continue to visualize my path and follow what fulfills my soul. Today I sat in the gallery space painting and couldn’t stop smiling. It just felt right. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.