In the past few years, I have learned a very important lesson: I don’t know much. Every time I think I know what’s best for me, especially the times when I make grand declarations as to what those things are, I am humbled by the beautiful and unexpected reality.
When I decided it was time to quit the Internet and return to print, an artist I admired asked me to help redesign her web site. When I concluded I should be single a good, long while, Rama walked into my life. When I stopped believing in my little childhood dream, a successful stationer wrote to me, asking if I had ever considered designing cards. And now, this: I had just started to get overwhelmed by making and selling my darling little printed goods when I got word that a card of mine was going to be featured in Mary Engelebreit Home Companion magazine. This was especially amazing because Mary Englebreit was an art hero of mine growing up.
It’s almost as if I have to make a wild and false declaration for something really good to happen.
Or maybe I have to trust the voice inside me that whispers my wishes and dares to make them true.
All I know for sure is I’m so lucky that in spite of my poor judgement and silly insecurities that I am continually proven wrong.