The word "artist" sticks in my throat. In fact, I have to resist the urge to put air quotes around the word "studio" when I say it even though I have....one of those things...upstairs. Truthfully, I usually just skip it and say "upstairs" instead. My internal mean girl, who has been given her eviction notice but didn't pick up her certified letter from the post office, is giving me a hard time about this.
I'm not sure what it's going to take to get over it. I have made art and still make art fairly regularly. I have an official Facebook page that says "Artist". I have a blog where I talk about doing art. I have a domain name and am working on a website. I have an Etsy store that's waiting on inventory and a certificate to collect sales tax, which I'm getting tomorrow. I'm almost a legit, legal, signed and sealed creative business, for Pete's sake. I should be able to call myself an artist without almost choking to death.
So, who do I think I am? I am a dreamer, a brave girl, and an artist (even if my palms itch to add quotation marks).
WHO do you think YOU are?
P.S. May the Lord bless you today and may you recognize the blessings and embrace them as your very own!