In a meeting yesterday, someone asked me what I do. I always stutter a bit with the answer because I don’t have a one-sentence response like: “I’m a nurse at Abbott Northwestern” or “I’m in marketing at the House of Pancakes.”
So, I started in on my smorgasbord of responsibilities. “Well, I’m a blogger – focused on finding the magic and miracles in each day. And I co-host a radio show. And I’m a speaker. And a mom. And I do some freelance copy writing.” They asked some questions, visibly perplexed by my mishmash of a life, and we went on with our meeting.
Later on, as I was driving away, I recounted the meeting in my head – what I said, what they said, what I think they thought about what I think (we all do this, right? please tell me we all do this.). Suddenly, I gasped with this realization: I didn’t tell them I’m an artist. How did I conveniently forget to tell them I’m artist? I spend a large chunk of time on my art – making it, selling it, shipping it. But…not mentioning it.
When I got back to my laptop, there was a sweet email waiting for me from super-talented photographer Jennifer Liv Olson. Yep – her middle name is my first name and we both pronounce it leev (the right way – ahem). We’ve exchanged a couple of emails and tweets and she reads my blog. Here’s part of her adorable stream-of-consciousness email:
“i’m digging through etsy and i find you here and i had no idea you were on here and that you made such lovely beautiful wonderful things. just writing to say i think i love you. in a totally not creepy – just in an admire-ish sort of way. your art is beautiful and lovely and amazing. thank you for just being you.”
How sweet is that!? She made my day! But she also magnified a little problem I seem to be having: owning and sharing that I. AM. AN. ARTIST. Last summer, before opening my Etsy shop, I announced here that I was claiming the title and shedding old fears about describing myself as an artist. But I have a feeling those fears are still living somewhere beneath the surface – causing artist amnesia in meetings, keeping me from regularly sharing it here and elsewhere, resulting in a studio that looks like a hurricane hit it.
I believe there are no coincidences. I think yesterday’s meeting and Jennifer’s email came one right after the other for a reason: a cosmic nudge to notice the pattern and start a new habit: letting the world know that this – my art – is part of what I do and a big part of who I am.
As an intuitive adviser, author & teacher, I help brave-hearted women illuminate their paths to purpose through powerful classes, individual readings, workshops and writings. This blog, started in 2006, chronicles my journey and offers light for yours. Thrilled you're here!