I swing back and forth. Mostly I am tickled with delight or excitedly nervous, but between this and that thought, I freeze momentarily in terror.
I am putting up my first solo show of poetry and paintings.
This is a dream come true. And hopefully the first show of a lifetime of sharing art.
It is also an exercise in vulnerability. My paintings and drawings will be on the walls, as will my words, carefully pieced together. On the opening night, I will pick up a mic and read to whoever has gathered.
Last year I vowed I would make more time for my art – between the adventures of running operations for a social business, teaching classes at the barre and telling stories to Filipino children affected by the destructive typhoons.
While traveling in September, after a caffeinated wave of inspiration, I decided I would go for it.
This is me going for it.
Friends tell me I am brave for doing this. And though that strengthens my heart, it is also when I hear those words that I remember to be scared.