2. The Realities of a Fantasy Life
Sometimes I think I’ve got Life all figured out.
At 54 years of age, it seems reasonable to assume I would be in a stage of serene, organized living.
But when the noise and chaos of a family of nine people and two cats come crashing down all around,
it reminds me –with determination-- how I may never have Anything all figured out.
My family consists of my 2 kids, my daughter-in-law, 3 grand-kids (ages: 9 yrs, 2 yrs, and 8 months), my husband,
my 81-year-old Mom and me all in just over 2000 square feet of house.
There is no such thing as quiet time here.
And just to keep things interesting, I feel certain our black cat, Merik is attempting to kill me…
in the dark hallway…probably with a lead pipe.
To be clear, I am not the primary caretaker of my 3 grand-kids. They have a wonderful Mom and Dad
who are devoted to their well-being on a full-time basis and take on every situation with skill and love.
My son and his family are staying here while starting a new business, and, for the time being,
we all live together, and we are all part of each other's lives.
There may be only one thing consistent in this household: There is never a dull moment.
-In my house, it’s not uncommon to hear my two-year-old grandson running at top speed through the house,
repeatedly yelling, “Can’t take my ‘willy’ out!”
-Or for me to be cleaning footprints off the ceiling (Yeah…that’s a real thing here).
-My eight-month-old granddaughter constantly growls very low and very loud. I’m pretty sure I heard her hissing yesterday.
It’s both hilarious and unnerving. (Undoubtedly, it’s a dubious plan hatched by the cats to convert her over to their side).
So, that picture above of me working in my office is pretty accurate.
And, in case you were wondering, all those things ARE metaphors for actual things.
But let’s just admit it…that’s not my life…it’s not even close.
And, you know what?
My life is filled with incredible magical art.
I stopped caring about all the piles, all the noise, and, yes…even the homicidal cat still slinking in the hallway. I stopped caring that the 100 square foot addition we added on last year (in a desperate attempt to add more room) is still not finished –or that no matter how many efforts we make, the leak in our roof may simply be un-fixable.
I care most about ‘sweet-(all natural)-gummy-flavored’ Imp-Kissies, Fairy-snuggles on my
‘soft-as-a-bed-of-moss couch,' and the ‘better-than-anything-spit-up-filled’ pixie-baby giggles
and smiles I get – Every Single Day.
I am lucky to live in such a breathtakingly beautiful life.
And I care about putting all this fantastical wonder into every piece of artwork or story that I create.
I love every second of my world and would not trade it for any other life.
So, as I contemplated my new website design, the idea came to me in the midst of a particularly harried moment of crying, mopping blood up off the floor, and exploding diapers that this is the blog I have to write: The Reality of my Fantasy Artist Life…A blog about both art and life-- together.
I’ll be exploring what drives me, what inspires me, including all the ‘ups and downs’ as my everyday life collides with my creative, magical career.
And…just maybe… it will help keep my humor alive and my sanity intact.
P.S. I think I’ll keep reading Terri Windling’s Myth and Moor blog, though…just in case there are changes around here, I’ll be prepared for any alternate version of a magical life.