Take a Breath

    I am a person who is both a risk taker and scared of change. I can be impulsive as well as riddled with anxiety.  It is an interesting predicament.  I have recently ventured into a business with a couple of friends. A painting class for adults...with booze.  Its a fun thing, come in, get a drink, learn to paint. A unique and creative way to spend your evening. It's called Art Goggles, and takes place at a Brewery owned by my friend. Along with another artist, the three of us have jumped in. We kick started it the weekend of Valentine's Day. It was fun, and honestly went better than I thought it would. We had a pretty good turnout, especially for a first time.

It was interesting, because I am a very social person and have had a lot of experience being in front of crowds, but somehow it felt foreign. I was nervous, almost like i was auditioning, or at an interview. I guess I just haven't done this sort of thing in a while.  I also felt excited, for the same reason. We are planning on making it a regular monthly thing, so I will have time to perfect my teaching style and get into a groove.
​     It is only February, and this year is promising to hold a treasure trove of new experiences, both good and bad.  As I said, I am a risk taker.  Much to the chagrin of my family. It has gotten me into trouble on more than one occasion, but has also lead me to some of the best things in my life.  I learn from experience, my own rather than others. I find that this usually makes things stick better than just seeing someone else go through it.
      Because of this duality, I find myself having my hand forced to take a leap of faith sometimes.  If I worry about it too much, I will talk myself into, or out of it. The cosmos conspires to give me an ultimatum, and more often than not, the cosmos it right.