I am truly blessed. For some it takes a lifetime, for others it may never happen, but for me it all came together so beautifully. I was one of the lucky ones that figured out my true calling in life relatively early. As a child, I slept with my crayons. I invented board games. I wrote fanciful stories. I drew colorful pictures. I painted with water on the sidewalks. I created wooden sculptures in my dad's workshop from scraps. I was a creator. I still am.
I am truly blessed. My passion, what I wake up thinking about and go to bed dreaming about, is what I love most to do. I have a hard time calling it "work" because it's not. It is "joy." My life is filled with creative bursts. Everything around me is a potential inspiration, a seed of an idea. I never know where they will come from, but I am grateful for every one.
I am truly blessed. The things I create bring joy and happiness to people. When I hear from clients about how much they loved something I have created, it reminds me that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing...and I never want to stop. I can't. It's who I am.