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Now that I'm really committed to this whole blog thing, I realized I need to clean up my about page. I wrote WAY too much in there which is something I tend to do. You see, I'm one of those joke tellers who will explain the punchline...and heck, probably even everything leading up to it, therefore making it completely unfunny.  It's pretty much the same thing here. I just want it to be clear to everyone who reads this blog that yes, I am a scatter brain, I go through creative phases on a week by week basis and now I want to commit to that. Oh hey, that was pretty short, maybe I should use that for the new about?

Anyhow, I can't just delete the old about so I decided to post it here.  Don't worry, there's no punchline...at least not yet.

I've just turned 30 years old and to me (and most who share this fate) this is a major milestone. Yes, it is a big deal! And anyone who tells you otherwise is kidding themselves.  I'm not saying it's a bad big deal, no! It's to be celebrated! It's the first birthday I've ever had where I feel something different. A change in my life.

Ever since I was a kid, Ive been fixing my toys, drawing, learning new crafts and most of all I have had the most overactive imagination I have ever come to know. I remember quite clearly, as if it happened yesterday, getting a barbie at the store one day. Her head fell off when we got home. Instead of pitching a fit (don't think for even a second that I never pitched fits, on the contrary), I put the barbie's decapitated head on the floor and said "I'm swimming! I'm swimming!" You probably had to be there, but I can still hear my mom cracking up.

Through college and now in my later twenties, I seem to have lost touch with my wild imagination. I've still had outlets (although limited) in my career choice of backstage theatre, however, I couldn't help but notice how mundane my every day thoughts were becoming. Stress was taking over and I was turning into one of those obnoxious, complain all the time adults. Eeeeew!

I had an actual epiphany at work one night. A real live one. One where I got caught up in a stare with a blank wall and I realized "Holy crap! I can't live like this anymore!" I don't thrive on stress anymore, I ache from it. I'm tired from it.

Super long story made a little less long, Ive made some big changes in my life. One of my biggest problems is starting a project and finishing it (any true Geminis out there will understand). Therefore, my new year's resolution (which I never make by the way) was to draw a picture, doodle, painting, whatever, every single day for one year. Drawing, to me, is inspirational and get's that imaginative part of my brain back on track. I am no artist in comparison to my mother, but I think I know my way around a piece of paper and a pen. It has truly opened up my mind to view things, regular every day things, in a brand new light. This excites me to no end and I am terrified of losing this feeling.

Here I will display those every day doodles, my photographs, my crafts, other people's crafts, tutorials, my rants and raves and every day weirdness.  Anything that's creative because if you're daft like me, there's no concentrating on a sole medium or craft or thought. There's too much out there to do and see and I want it all.

See? I wasn't kidding! Long 'effing winded! My mom has always said I'm a talker.
 

All week I've been angry with myself for not posting and all week I've been trying to figure out why. I worry about crossing too many boundaries and becoming confusing to the "reader". That's you by the way.  Then I remember that's kinda the whole point of this space.  I AM confusing. I've never been easy to figure out, especially to myself.  One week my obsession is with photography, the next it's with drawing and then the next it's with just watching t.v.  That's how I roll and that's why it's called Arts and Dafts.

The funniest part about it?  One of my biggest pet peeves on earth is when I'm working and the objective is clear but somebody (usually a hard headed man, sorry fellas) has to "talk it out." Often I find myself wasting time, standing around and listening to someone go on and on and on about which rope we should use and how to tie the knot, etc when really, you just gotta get up there and do it.

Now I need to apply the rule to myself. Just sit down and do it.  I'm afraid my addiction to twitter has kept me from posting some stuff that could be posted so I'm going to fix that too. If I can twit it, I can blog it. Right?