A friend sent this to me earlier today. It couldn't fit me any better; it sums up how I've been feeling the last few years, like there's something I’m supposed to be doing with my life, but haven’t figured out what.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished for a crystal ball to see into my future, yet I do feel like it will come to me eventually. Grandma Moses was in her late 70s when she started painting, so there’s hope for me too.
To be continued….