overwhelmed. exited. tired.

Hi.

This blog is just barely living now... I am neglicting it severely. I think it is another sign of how I ruin things for myself. Let things I really care for just wither away. Not actively ditching it. Just "forgetting" until nothing remains.

My dream is not dead, however. It is slowly slowly manifesting.
I have an exhibition running in a café now, and have had at least some positive comments on what I have created :). I have also invited a friend and artist over for a workshop where we are going to create a lot, and plan for how our art can get out into the world. If she wants to come. Which of course she does.

I am working on a project for the blog too. I have seen a lot of other bloggers running 30 days - projects of different kinds on their blogs and am working on an artproject/glimpse into my everyday life that will run for 30 days. I think it will be fun.

I have started working now, maybe six weeks ago, after having been on maternal leave for over a year. And it is hard! I travel to another city three days a week and don't come home until late. My son calls me on the phone when I'm on my way home sometimes because he misses me so much he can't wait and it breaks my heart to here his voice, sometimes shattered from crying. I have to keep going for my dream. I don't want to be away from my children so much.

The job is challenging. I learn SO much, but at the same time I am totally depleted. Maybe when I get used to it it will be easier?

Love!

passion.

A while ago I wrote here about my fascination for other people's passion. How I thought about doing an interview project about it here on the blog. So, I figured today would be a good day to start. What I love about this, is that asking people about things they are passionate about gives us a chance to see things we might not normally think of at all through the eyes of somebody who loves them. I remember the first time I discovered the beauty of this:

I was on the trainstation waiting for the train to take me to visit my mother and stepfather. A young woman called out my name, and it was an old friend I hadn't seen for possibly ten years. We met at a scoutscamp one summer a long long time ago, stayed in touch a while after, but then lost contact. She had become an engineer and work in some heavy industry I can't remember. What I do remember is how surprised I was that she had ended up in that business, and in that role. She was some sort of supervisor on the floor, working with only men in a huge factory of sort where they constructed something that required a lot of heat.nAnd even more, I recall how fascinating it was to here her talk about it. It was something I would never have taken an interest in myself. Ever. I would have written it of as utterly boring and a sad way to have to spend your working days. But she lit up completely. Talking about her love of walking out onto the floor filled with those huge machines and containers. Feeling the heat, the heat, the heat. Her eyes shone, her skin blushed and she looked as the heat was in her when she talked about it. And I didn't want her to stop talking. For a moment there could be nothing more exciting than this job she was talking about. And afterwards I was all excited as if though I had stumbled upon a grand treasure, or unlocked a big secret:

Everything in life can be this exciting! You just have to see it through the eyes of that person who is passionate about it.

And then, unfortunatly, I forgot about it.

But now I figured, why not embark on a journey where we can explore different passions here on my blog? Yes!!!

I will post my first interview (with myself, hehe) as soon as it is finished = soon. And if you have a passion you would like me to interview you about here  - just let me know!

Love!