I am not one for putting myself willingly into the spotlight, but I did, for 20 minutes at least. Friday night I competed in Art Battle. Which is a competition with 12 artists, over 2 rounds each with 20 minutes and 6 artists each round at the canvas, and a final round with the top 4 artists and a larger canvas with 30 minutes. The audience circles, observing during the 20 minutes and votes at the end of each round for their favourite.
I was so nervous. This was a huge leap out of my comfort zone for me. I was excited leading up to it, practiced and planned out a couple paintings. The day of-my stomach was in knots all day, worrying about what if I win, what if I look foolish, what if I don't finish my painting, maybe I should change my paintings...I am sure I drove Peter crazy, exclaiming all my self-doubt and fears every few minutes. Once I got there the anxiousness changed. It was more a feeling of this is happening so pull it together. My heart rate was through he roof, I could feel it beating in my chest, but it was the excitement of starting.
A day...morning in my life (and I am sure many others): Wake up on a Saturday at 7:00 am because in my world now that is sleeping in. Peter has left for the gym, Kieran spent the night at a grandparents. I have a rare couple hours all to myself, I make my oatmeal, while cleaning up the disaster of a kitchen created throughout the week, pour some yummy tea, take out my book and journal, give Rocky a treat of some leftover ham in his dish, take a deep breath and sit at my table facing outside to see all the chickadees. Deep breathe, this is so nice, eating my breakfast and journaling....then it happens. Rocky starts gagging, up I jump rushing him down to the basement in the race to get him outside before he pukes on the floor...didn't make it, right before the door it happens-his whole breakfast and the ham-chewed-can't even open the door to finish letting him out the pile is so high. Geez Rocky, I say calmly, you need to chew your food bud" I am not even mad, because I still have lots of time, still feeling zen. I clean the puke, let Rocky out, go upstairs to throw the bag of puke out....and there is zen disappears for a few minutes as I see on the top stair a raspberry mashed in to the beige carpet from my foot. A lone berry that must have been hidden on the floor from yesterdays breakfast that I unknowingly smashed my foot into and then mushed into the stairs on my rush to get Rocky out. Said a few choice words there, got the stain remover, cleaned it up let Rocky in, zen restored back to breakfast. Came down stairs to write this blog....stepped in cat puke....sigh, oh well.
P.S. Kieran had his first dentist visit. He was amazing, he was so excited to be there, he did every thing they asked, without a hitch. He didn't want to leave. Afterwards he asked me why the dentist didn't have candy.
Having a great few weeks with Kieran, but haven't taken the time to post lately. Last weekend we went on the new kids train at the mall. My little Ninja Turtle was so excited, smiles and giggles and a face full of wonder. So much fun. After we went to Indigo and he got some Rescue Bot books which he carries with him at all times!
The past two nights Kieran has slept in his bed with out complaint, and is so proud of himself when he wakes up. Knock on wood that I didn't jinx it by posting it.
Last week the in thing was that Peter and I were only allowed to whisper at the diner table. All three of us had to whisper, and if we forgot, we got told.
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Jennifer Russell was born and raised in New Brunswick, Canada.She is an Intentional artist who focuses on creating meaning full connections to her work for herself and others. Nothing is more satisfying to her than hearing that her work has inspired someone in their own life.