I’ll tell you that I’ve dreamt about being a painter for as long as I can remember. I didn’t believe that I ever would be for almost as equally long.
Thankfully something shifted.
I can’t remember the circumstances. You would think it would have been a dramatic epiphany, but no.
It could have been one of those tragic news stories we hear almost daily, an accident, a loss. It could have been a whispered story, a diagnosis, grief. If could have been words in a book, a poem, maybe even a quote on coffee cup.
The source is irrelevant but the message was clear.
Do I have any regrets?
In this moment, at this time, if I were the subject of the news story, if I received the diagnosis, or due to loss or grief wrote the story in the book – did I have any unfulfilled dreams? Were their holes in my life, a void, or a yearning that I was ignoring?
I felt confident that I had given my girls a loving foundation that they could build on. I was blessed to have met the love of my life and be in a supportive and tender relationship. I had traveled to wonderful places. I felt secure in the knowledge that I was loved and that I had served.
I could honestly answer that only one thing remained – that at that point in time, I had not given myself enough time to explore with paint.
Simple I know and maybe to some trivial but to me, my heart’s calling.
I can’t tell you how amazing it feels now to know that even though I dream and plan and desire to continue to love, serve, and explore life – I am content.
I have honoured that dream of mine.
It hasn’t been easy. I’ve had to make choices but I return to that shift, that feeling as a filter for my decisions.
One of my closest friends, (since we were 18), took the leap this past year to fulfill her dream. She purchased a gift gallery in her hometown, supporting Canadian artists and artisans, serving those looking for unique and hand crafted work. I watch her working her magic in her window fronts, with her displays and her impeccable customer service.
I’m so proud of her. I’ll never forget the nightmare that perhaps created her shift and I am so blessed that she is in my life.
This past weekend, our dreams merged. I am her feature artist for the month with my paintings hanging in her gallery. I had the privilege of spending the day in Maple Ridge painting at the Little Cricket Gift Gallery immersed in her dream and sharing mine with those who walked in the door.
Maybe our story will serve you today.
Dream big and take a step towards it, we applaud you.