It has been a long time now that my studio has been collecting dust. I miss it. Compliments on my jewelry make me miss it more but it is when the boutiques I visit ask about carrying my line that I yearn for those days I spent in the studio when time seemed to stand still as I lost myself in the creative process.
I have found myself doodling designs on the margins of my to-do lists. A sure sign that I need the peace that comes from doing what I love. But life is a journey through time and right now I am needed elsewhere. I knew that caring for my mother would be time consuming and that I could not do both. Not simultaneously. While I miss creating, my family always comes first. Always.
Patience. My time will come again. God willing.
