When you work in the creative world and blog, the posts you share are more about YOU than perhaps what your accountant or mortgage broker would share. You write to make a connection with people who love your work. They are often able to connect to it because of what you write or the background behind each piece you create. It's not always about the buying but more about making of connections and inspiring others. Sometimes a design I create connects with someone on a deeper level and they email or comment on the post letting me know that they too can relate to what I am saying.
To know you have made someone laugh or to let them know they aren't the only one who does crazy things or to hear your art has made someone's life more beautiful is beyond gratifying.
Upon going through the posts I was able to revive I realized even more how precious these posts truly are. They are essentially a time line of my life since 2009, personally and creatively. 2009 was a pivotal year for me. So much changed that year. I took a hold of my life with both hands and wow, it's been great. Here's a look at how my very first website looked and my very first blog entry in May of 2009. Wow, what a change from present day!
I found a post written shortly after I wrote my very first post. I laughed when I read it even though it was a sad post because it shows just how far I have come. In that post called, The Circle of Life I talked about how my step-mum's sister died and how I didn't know my step-mum's sister well but had met her a few times but really wanted to do something special for my step-mum to ease her sadness. Here's a bit of what I wrote:
"I have fond memories of her (Sue) sitting at our table having dinner and there was something about her face I found welcoming. Her death was very sad and difficult for my step-Mom ~ I could only imagine the heartache of losing a sibling. I really wasn’t sure how to express my sadness for her loss except creatively. I could make a card but I wanted to do something more memorable…something for her to remember her sister in a positive light. A blank canvas stared at me. I stared at this blank canvas for quite sometime, not because I couldn’t figure out what to do with it, but mostly because I don’t really do anything but make cards and books. Canvases kinda freak me out."