life of a georgia Artist

  Life has its ups and its downs. We battle depression, we are crying, we are happy, we are all over the place emotionally. This chaotic time is filled with unknowns bringing on more anxiety, more fear, and followed by more unknowns. These last few years have been hell for so many of us. With the world poking its head back out into life, I have to wonder what life seems like again. Can we safely resume life as it was, or is how we move through it now changed forever. Recently a lot has been happening in my world and honestly, I need a solid week of sleep, but I wonder if that would even achieve making me less weary. This life, this one precious life has been topped and turned and overturned. I have been at work through it all and as that gave me some anxiety as well, it also let me feel a bit grounded. We could still talk face to face, or mask to mask, we still achieved our goals for work and also for the agency. We moved through the fear to get the job done and we were all ok doing so

While we all have something to say, I have always believed this blog gives me a platform that helps me navigate my life. I struggle to move forward. I struggle to grow. I write because if I did not write, I would be bogged down. I would sink in this one precious life. Life, for me, is about every day, making my husband wings just because. It is about hanging the wash on the line, it is about all of these moments that appear mundane but together make up our lives.  The photo above is my view when I was in Arizona. We went out for my sisters 40th birthday. With the time change from my home state to Arizona, I was up every day at 4AM. I saw it on this large comfy chair and I just listened. I heard coyotes howling, owls hooting from every which way. I saw bunnies hop across the law and get scared when the sprinklers came on. I watched and listened and learned. My family always knew when they woke that I was out there in my PJs for hours just wrapped up in this white blanket, and I was ab