No art work--just angst. Today for one of few times in my life, I stood up to a person in power, made my anger and feelings known, and didn't hold back. I can count the times I've done this in my life literally on one hand.
In October I will be fifty.
It's been a long time and a lot of years of taking crap and walking away. I was nervous, but I did it.
And guess what, the bully backed down. Every time she came at me. I swung( not literally) right back. And she finally shut up.
Now, I may have sabotaged my career, but I no longer live in fear. I have proven myself as someone to be reckoned with.....finally. It's been a long time coming, but I did it. And I can do it again.
Don't get me wrong--I hate fighting with people. I like quiet, nice play. I'm ok, you're ok atmosphere. But perhaps for the second half of my life, I can start worrying less about what people think of me, and more about what I think of them.
If I can do this, after being raised by two domineering, opinionated parents, and siblings, anyone can. And maybe in my art, I can start having a little more fun, and stop worrying about if my work is "right".
