“The Huntington Avenue Streetcar,” (Detail), 1895-97, Maurice Brazil Prendergast. Image from a page of the 2011 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

At the end of myself…where I truly begin.

“I never voyaged so far in all my life.” Henry David Thoreau

It seems strange to say it, but I have an overwhelming sense at the moment, that I am exactly where I am supposed to be in life.  A place that has taken some time for me to reach.  It is a place that I call being at the end of myself.  Wait a minute, you may be thinking…where is she going with this?  Here, let me explain.

I suppose one would describe me as being an individual who is disciplined, hard working, driven, and not afraid to step outside of the box or to take on a challenge.  I never want to miss out on an opportunity that will allow me to improve myself, especially when it comes to my creative interests.  At the same time, there is a part of me that is vulnerable; not always so confident that I can achieve what I set out to do; not always certain that I am heading in the right direction.   Continue reading →