Mother's Beach. Kennebunkport, Maine
It's been a while, but really, who's keeping track?
Quinn is no longer a baby. She is a kind, but mischievous toddler with an appetite mirroring that of our dog, Beans. The sweet scent of milk and powder on her skin has been replaced with that of sour sweat and drool. And the faux-hawk on her head? It's been replaced with an exquisite mullet. Quinn dances like a middle-aged woman (genetics kicking in), and needless to say, I am obsessed with her.
Olive, on the other hand, is now an exuberant threenager with serious aspirations of becoming a "boss princess." You go, girl. She recites lyrics from 2Pac's California Love (clean-version) and often returns home from preK "married" to boys at school. Whaaaat?!? Yup. My thoughts exactly.
My munchkins are growing, learning, and bettering themselves everyday. But I haven't been doing the same. The kids and my relationship with le huz aside, I feel as if all other passion and purpose in my life has faded. My renovation business has been good, but not as inspiring and fulfilling as I hoped it would be. I'm a work-in-progress that hasn't been progressing. And life's too short to be sitting around, wasting space. So, after much thought, I've decided to take a breather from work to ignite my decades-long goal of writing and illustrate a children's book. Remember all my blabbering about being brave? Art Center in Pasadena offers an evening course on writing and illustrating children's books, and guess who just registered?! All fingers pointing at yours truly. Like it or not, I will leave the course with a dummy manuscript. I'm cheesing hard as I type this entry, and totally want to insert an emoji. I'm excited. Watch me whip, folks! Watch me Nae Nae! Which isn't to say I'm not scared. I am. I'm scared of failure. But as the Chinese proverb goes, "One cannot refuse to eat just because there is a chance of choking."
In that case...
In that case...