Trust Unflinching

Okay, so I've probably spent a good hour trying to get my name (see bottom left near photo) to line up. I've gone to the HELP bar a few hundred times, okay ten, and still cannot figure out how to click and drag the Betsy so it is sitting next to the Jackson. And then my shoulders really started aching and I thought, this is how I spend my time. Fretting about some small detail rather than jumping in the damn river and swimming. This "cramped and insane feeling",(to quote the fabulous Anne Lamott), has been a life-long habit of mine that quite frankly, I'm sick of.

So, it doesn't matter whether my first and last names are holding hands. And it doesn't matter if something else screws up when I finally hit publish post. Because This Being Alive is about ordinary life which can be funny and heartbreaking all in the time it takes to empty the dishwasher. It is my hope that if even one person can step off their personal hamster wheel by vicariously watching me spin, and occasionally JUMP, then I am happy to be of help.

As a certifiable late bloomer to all things technical and cyber-y, I am starting this blog on this moody first day of March with much joy in my heart. Out of the corner of my eye, on the brown paper taped to the closet door I can see the words I scribbled in bright blue marker:

Trust unflinching in my artist's life.

Here goes.