I believe in the evolution of every craftperson’s or artists’ journey there comes a time when the real struggle is about just being yourself. You can practice and gain muscle memory. Take classes and learn techniques. Buy good tools, and doodads. But then when you’ve gained all those things….the real true work begins. And it is work. The most important work. Knowing how you feel and deciding who you are and what message you want to convey. This is where I am in the class (you know of life). I’m the one in the back row who will raise their hand and answer the question. That this is what I’m supposed to do. With my time. And my energy. Of course there are people who will point out (mainly my children) that there are other things I could be doing…..socializing, eating out, cleaning. They have a point. But they also are unaware of how hard it is to be real in your craft. Because it takes a tremendous amount of time for me to just be who I am in my art. Seems silly to think that we’ve covered up so much of ourselves that it would be hard to uncover who we are. But it is and it does.