Most of November has been occupied with diverticulitis. It’s not something I would recommend but it did allow for some down time to rest and mull things over. [Side note: for the first time in a month I had a cup of cold brewed coffee and found that wasn’t a good idea.]
Coffee notwithstanding, I am thankful. I am thankful for my husband, I am thankful for my friends, I am thankful that while I’m not wealthy I am not living in poverty. I am thankful that for the most part I am healthy, and I am thankful I have a studio that is starting to take shape. I am so grateful for a wonderful church family. I am thankful that December 15 is my last day at my job and that I will be leaving the job, but not the wonderful friends I’ve made over the past five years.
Last, I am thankful that I have a book coming out. The tentative date is January. I will keep you posted!
Prayer and meditation is something I try to do regularly. Some weeks back, I was in prayer and I was asking God about time in my own studio. A question formed in my mind. “Why are you working on someone else’s dream and not your own?” To be honest, this wasn’t what I was expecting. There was a conflict in my life and I expected to be corrected and to be led to a different conversation. Not that I’m perfect and don’t need to humble myself, but through this meditation I discovered the real issue was that I’ve been giving my time and effort in areas that I should have let go of a long time ago.
There was no good answer for the question being raised. I was doing what I was doing out of habit and loyalty. Loyalty to an idea that had nothing to do with my life or destiny.
An attack of diverticulitis has given me time for reflection. At the end of the year I will be making changes to be in my studio full time. I have done full time studio painting before, but this will have a very different focus. Transitions are rarely smooth. But at least that won’t take me by surprise.
The adventure continues.
Donna Kemper put aside her art career to care for a mother she hadn't seen in over a decade. For seven years she followed her mother's journey into dementia, caring for her and putting forgiveness into action.