Passion...
I could not find my place. Someone previously meant that some of my "ability" has been superseded by the mind, just forgotten. I do not know if you ever had the feeling of "the cry of the soul" - a very strange sensation of pain inside, you know that something is wrong but you could not define words, and when even this occurs frequent crying and lack of confidence (so, too, so I most of his life) is only a miracle can prevent tragedy.
The fact that I have a son always gives me strength, even as it was badly (thankfully it is not), no because what you do, God will wipe away tears and enter the baby's room with a smile, right? However, I further felt that the "death of the soul" is not far. You know how important it is to support children a good word, even as they go out? They need to feel like you do not believe in, thanks to build a society sane, responsible and able to function independently of people. And when it is not, what then? Then, after a series of "beats of the soil" you come to the same old age ;-)
Rebuilding self-esteem and self-confidence takes years. Of course, the sooner "take lessons" that gives life - Well done you, but if you do not have help it's sad.
December - visit to a hairdresser friend. I'd been there many times, but this time was special. Coming out, I saw the studio, whose existence I had no preconceived notions. I stopped, and my heart killed me harder. I wrote down the phone number and left.
A month later, I dared to call. Why only then? Out of fear that someone will judge me, that can not handle me laugh.
First class. The girl asked for a drawing, in this case it was a still life. 20 years without a pencil in hand, it can be fun - I thought. It went something moved ... smile, I was praised. It's even better as a bag of cash, something that began to remove the logs from under my feet. During the workshops often I drew, but also "take" clay. Initially, the only thing I could do is bowl (the most beautiful in the world), and as far as sculpture is totally awful. After 1.5 years of my life began to take on color, personal situation has stabilized, and I successfully fought for their own mental health in an artistic way, of course;-)
Then came the moment when it blocked my imagination started with hooves.
Touching the clay, I never know what will be the end result, which is all the more amazing. My head began to open before me decks previously not available to me. Just like in the game - gain level to the corresponding key fit into certain doors or when you get in life for free. I got just a second, which was involved and this figure, and this clay.
2 years ago I moved their "toys" on the kitchen counter. Here it limits of imagination have been totally obliterated. Clay incredibly calm, acts as a session with a psychologist. I just with it will come down to us perfectly works, which translates into an interesting and unique end result. But when comes the "phase" it is like a trance, I am not, then I eat a little and drink a little (well, that I have a dog at least enlisted in the fresh air ;-) What is the best? You do not think about anything, any problems leave, calms the mind, heal the soul.
Similarly, the figure when it comes vein (and it happens every few months), then two weeks only draw at random and even sometimes on the table, because better is to eat breakfast when the counter looks you in the eye superhero or a beautiful woman unearthly beauty.
Yes, now I can say that I'm a woman of passions and it is thanks to them not crazy. To join this trash variety can also be racing in Spartan Race, and bouldering.
According to me, passion is the ability that gives you joy, satisfaction, raises adrenaline while production of serotonin. It's your destiny, that "something" what were you when you have lost faith in yourself. It needs to come and go when they want to, and only then will be preserved balance. Because remember, if you exert pressure on it - will leave and will wait until you are humility, and how I know? Because I experienced it.
Let your mind be open. Grow up and try new things, because it's the only way to development and, above all, do not let them tell you that it is not something you transmit. Fight for yourself, because life is just the sum of breaths that over the years lose their momentum. Because what you then remember? What do you tell your loved ones? As "lived for someone" and forget that you are a separate entity that has its own life and the right to choose?
"Whatever you can, or you think you can start it. Courage has the genius, power and magic." - Goethe
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