digging in the dirt

Like tilling the soil in springtime, new routines make us dig deeper within ourselves, ask questions, and discover abilities and ideas we did not know we possessed. And then we bloom. And grow.  Of course, there will be droughts that make us wilt, and weeds that try to strangle us, but if we continue to reach toward the sun, we can blossom into a [insert your favorite flower here.] – peony?

For much of the past year, I have been “tilling the soil,” so to speak. Not entirely voluntarily, I might add. I lost my job – well that is not entirely true. I know where my job is. It moved to NYC, and now someone else is doing it. Good for her.

Bitch. Actually, she seemed like a very nice person. I met her. I "oriented" her. I was asked to give her all of my files, and I was told by my lying, little, tiny coward of a boss that she was being hired to help me. For the record, I never believed that. And even though I don’t want that job back now, working for that teeny tiny "man," I still resent her from time to time. So, I am not all sunshine and daisies. None of us are. And that is a part of the message that has been working its way up to me through the dirt that has been my life this past year.

But the real a-ha moment for me is that now, I finally know what I want to say. I am both a positive and negative person. I like this contrast, and I like to poke fun at it. I like to laugh at life’s troubles and indignities. I believe that our troubles, more than our triumphs, unite us, and that sharing them helps us to know that we are not alone. And that we will get through them.

So my message to the world is sunshine AND rain. sweet AND sour.  good AND bad. strong AND weak. And I want to convey that message, with humor, through my art and life.