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I sometimes have been known to have trouble with transitions, My little mind is one place, my Heart and Spirit are at another location. I am drawn to one thing expecting something to go a certain way and poof. I end up some where else. Writing was supposed to help with this problem. Some days it does, other days when I read over what I have written it seems to make it worst. I think who wrote that, what is she talking about and why….

One of my best therapists, and I have had many specialized in art therapy and support for the artist. She would just smile and say “I should be paying you for the pleasure to listen to these stories, but since you’re paying me.. keep writing”. She would invite and force me to write and draw and and stand as if I was on stage and share my work. You will write your way out…. That is what artists do.. it is the life of a creative soul.. Make room for yourself.

I love storytellers, I found out you could be a oral historian! Paid or not, it is my passion and pleasure. I also love to cook and feed people. I retired from my day job in federal service in nursing in 2018 on Halloween. I liked the irony of trick or treat. I liked the irony of healer, heal thyself! You’re done!

In January of 2024 when it came time to renew my RN license in several states, I did not. I made it sound like it was a financial decision, but it was a way to surely close the door on one thing, make a vacuum and room to do some thing else. The art of saying no was not something I was comfortable with.