Back in December last year, the actualization of a 22 year old dream started to take form. It was delivered on a day full of snow flurries. I was so anxious that my husband banished me from the house, sending me out on errands and telling me he'd let me know when it was safe to come home!
We've come a long way since that day—and I'm not just talking about work on the barn, either. As the work converting the shed to a pottery studio started to take form, my confidence grew and I started venturing out into other areas of my life. With each milestone, I started to see things so much clearer. It was all so simple; why had I spent nearly 6 decades making it so complicated?
I couldn't have done it without my girl-who-does. For as artistic as I am, I'm quite corky-handed when it comes to using power tools and seeing things in a practical light. I'm pretty sure that it's because I've never been taught, and that's okay, too. I don't need to be able to do everything. Life's too short to want to have it all. Priority is the key. I don't want to know how to hang doors or frame windows. I want to know how to mix glazes, and throw pots. I'm grateful for my girl-who-does, who really turned the work space into an art space.
I'm also very thankful for him indoors. Typical Taurus, it took him ages to get motivated, so much so that I often threw minor temper tantrums in his direction. My impatience coupled with my anxiety as to whether I could do this or not had me urging him to turn it into a studio for his baby grand piano for several weeks. Nevertheless, he persisted. He learned new skills. He let one of his musician pals teach him how to use power tools and he insulated, wired, and walled. Getting studio space was my dream, but he made it his as well. Dear gods, I love this man.
I'm close to going into production. I'm still working on writing assignments—anyone who knows me knows that August and September is 'the season.' But I'm organizing my schedule so that, come 1 August, I can spend regular time in the studio. I'm well on the way to getting things organized, labeled, and situated (typical Virgo) so that I can begin in earnest. I'm both excited, and terrified. Let the journey commence!