?NOT AN ARTIST?
I am not an artist, only an admirer. Why can’t I have my own passion? Why was I not given a calling, a thing that would order my practical existence. But I am a woman, seemingly destined to do what so many women have done before me. I will marry and live for the sake of others. I will take on another’s dream and pour myself out as an offering, because I love. And while a part of me recoils at the seemingly mundane and the ordinariness of it all, I am consoled with the thought that I just might complete, that I might find a 1+1 makes 1 instead of the ever common 1 +0 makes 1.


I don’t know what I want to do, but I do know that I won’t do it alone, nor will I suffer to be left behind.