Through the eyes of a child.... nothing like it!
I knew it as a kid. Kids are honest. They haven't let the world poison their dreams and their decisions aren't made out of fear. I'm rediscovering about myself what I already knew when I was a little girl. What I realized as I drove through the slush that morning is that I'm doing it! I'm doing what I knew I would as a little girl. The kids weren't surprised. They understood. I realize that the side roads have brought me back to my dreams. I am grateful to be reminded that I get to do what I love.
I don't know how many people get to say that. It's not about the money (duhhhh), the recognition or even the images I create, it's who I am while I'm doing it and what I give back to those small amazing people that keep me illustrating and telling stories.
Thank you West Park. Thanks for reminding me. I had a great time.