My mom went to college in the 60s and is still friends with her roommate. The roommate has been a career artist. Tons of success. And some dark times of barely scraping by.

One day my mom was chatting with her old pal on the phone and her friend was explaining the rollercoaster that was her career as an artist. My mom couldn’t fathom the concept. 

“Why would you choose to live a life like that?”

My mom is fond of the straight path.

“It hurts if I don’t create,” the artist replied. “The tough times are worth it.”

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How do you feel when you create? How do you feel when you don’t?

Email me. Let’s share. We’re in this together, ya know.