I leave for France a week today. (WHEEEE!))
The first program is almost paid for, but now I have to pay for the second program.
I need another $5,400, to cover tuition, rent & food for at least the first few weeks.
If I can’t raise that, I can just about make it to the first program, but I won’t get to go to the second one.
There’s a lot on the line. And I’m terrified.
The parts of me that want to stay small are panicking – they think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, that I was stupid to book the extra painting trips when I can’t even pay for my tuition, that I’m a fool for trying to live my dream life.
That I’m an idiot for ever thinking I can do this. Y’know – believing that I can make a living as an artist and change even a tiny part of the world with my message.
My message of hope and dreams. The message that I believe in you, and I make art that is a symbol of that.
My message that it ain’t over till it’s over, and that you still get to live a glorious, fulfilled life, even if you get knocked down by the hard parts of life.
I believe in you, your dreams, your greatness. I know that you’re wonderful, that you can make a difference, that your soul is magnificent bed of flowers, blooming ever onward.
These things I know. These things I fiercely believe.
And I paint beautiful things for you because you deserve to be surrounded by objects that remind you of this. I paint your soul’s freedom.
I paint the places where your soul shines bright, unfettered by doubts and fears.
So this week, I am asking the powers that be for bravery.
I am asking that they grant me the strength to be the brave, confident, radiant woman I know that I am.
May they grant me the courage I need to shine my light and raise my hand and sell the art I need to sell to get to France.
May they grant me the grace and calm to act with dignity, not desperation; to act from love and not fear.
May they send me the support I need to become the woman I need to be.