The psychic I saw a couple of years ago told me that I would be a writer. Which is a very broad assumption of what my future goals are. I mean she did somehow managed to see that I was there seeking advise around my contemplations about school at the time.
The year 2020 began with one disappointment after another, until finally some good news comes along. I am very grateful and feel very lucky to have been able to have my surgery in September (a very tiny window of opportunity during the pandemic before the second wave) – These past two years have taught me a lot of things. It taught me a lot about people. It taught me a lot about the emotional stakes that comes with planning for the future (especially when nothing I had planned in the last two years turned out like anything I had envisioned). I got better at accepting negative outcomes. But not any better at curbing that insatiable need to plan and feel like I am in control of my own life.
The whole year I continued on with making art with as much time and energy I was allowed. Making art saved me from depression. I sold more art online than I have ever been in the past and I was only able to put in half the effort and I wished I had more energy to do it. Yay! Validation! Thank you to all that have supported my art work. The money I made I had donated most of it. I was collecting good karma – I felt like I needed it.
I am pretty proud of myself actually. Despite 3 surgeries and multiple hospitalizations in less than two years, I managed to put together an art portfolio, got accepted to Emily Carr, Alberta University of the Arts and after tossing two perfectly good adrenal glands into the biohazard bin, I applied to the Master of Nursing program at Athabasca University. And so I will being my graduate studies in May (my birth month – I will be 34 then) What comes after that? I haven’t planned that far ahead. I guess the psychic was right about writing…I will be writing a lot of papers next year! I think I have committed, I even purchased the APA manual.
I am very grateful for my patient husband that just wants to buy all my artworks. I told him that is not how an artist get her fix. She needs validation from thousands of complete strangers to fill some deep never to be mentioned void. I think this was the most interesting year yet in my young adult life. Interesting is not good or bad…it’s just interesting. Well, I better finish writing here, my Ring alarm is going off, maybe Santa is sneaking around downstairs.
Much Love – Melody