I can remember the day I didn't think of myself as an Artist anymore. In 8th grade we could "audition" for an advanced placement art class. I was so excited, and nervous at the time. I remember being asked to draw a quick sketch of Mickey Mouse. I froze up...
Once upon a time, there was a guy that lived a normal, average life and had normal, average hobbies. Then one day, everything changed, for better or for worse.
On our recent trip to Bryce Canyon, AJ, who is fearless with heights, grabbed a hold of Roy, who struggles getting up on a step stool without feeling woozy, and pulled him near the edge of a cliff to “see the view!” Roy’s heart just about leapt out of his chest, and as he threw himself in reverse, he started sobbing, believing his 9 years of life on earth had just flashed before his eyes.
This spring break, something was off. We weren’t really planning to go anywhere, as Matt had a scheduled business trip, and I thought I should probably spend the week preparing for our upcoming move. But then…Business trip cancelled + Rethinking moving prep (it’s not likely to be very productive with 4 kids at home) = Bad case of sponderlust! Spontaneous wanderlusting…my favorite way to see a new neck of the woods!