I wish I created all the time

I know I had a romantic vision of what it would be like to be a working artist. (Most of my early dreams involved living in New York City, for one.) I thought every day would be filled with paint and brushes at a huge easel, naps on a bohemian sofa and twinkle lights everywhere. I never pictured myself sitting at a computer, learning about search engines or applying for a business license. But, here I am.

What did you think your creative life would look like? Did you always know you were going to be an artist? Did you find or rediscover art later in life?

I was creative growing up. My dad taught me how to sketch horses; I made puppets for puppet shows; I even went to a performing arts high school as a drama major. Then “real life” came calling. I wanted to go to art school for Interior Design, but my parents recommended a more profitable career. I never completely gave up my creativity, but my time was very limited. Twenty years later and out of the corporate world, I slowly started rediscovering art. I don’t know if art school would have been the right path for me, but I am so glad I am where I am now, living a life I fill with creativity.