Plain and simple…. Somedays I am just out of control. I usually don’t notice till something happens that is an obvious sign. It’s like God says… “This girl just isn’t gonna stop unless I snap my fingers.”
I have been seriously occupied with getting ready for my first real deal art show/open house. (December 8th @ Basin Creek Pottery) I could not be more excited. It’s crazy how I could think I didn’t have much work to print and then when I get to organizing and selecting pieces I get overwhelmed with stuff to choose from. My iMac ate my artwork! That reminds me a need an external hard drive. Santa?
Like I didn’t have enough to do I’m adding to my plate….. Pie.

I have long said if I could have any lifestyle/job it would include creating art, hiking and baking. All the time. I surprise myself when I realize how close I am to my dream life….. Wait a second. I’m living it… Right. Now. Whoa. Minus the tiny fact I have to make a living by working a real job…. I am living my dream life. I hike at least twice a week, I just landed a sweet baking gig (sort of), and I am creating so much art I can’t keep track of it. If I heard that life described of someone else I would be envious.

It bugs me that I can sometimes lose sight of all this fabulous life I’m living…. Lucky for me I get snapped out of it just when I need to…. Today it came in the form of about 5 moments that could have been straight out of a Tasmanian Devil cartoon. There I was, not paying attention, on icy streets when I rolled through an intersection only to notice a truck coming straight for me…. I frantically tried to steer out of the way and got it just about done when the truck tapped my bumper. With the adrenaline flowing I get out and am greeted by a handsome young college aged gentleman who I hear say “Are you ok?!” From here on all I really remember is frantically exclaiming that “I wasn’t paying attention” and “I’m sorry”. I surveyed the damage which was barely a mark in the dirt. So I’ve just caused an accident and struck a bit of panic in the guy I forced to run into me, I’ve determined there’s no damage…. So what else is there to do in a time like this?
Hug. So I hugged the guy. *insert awkward moment here*
I then promptly turned heel and took off. Realizing that I just hugged a perfect stranger for pretty much no good reason.
I then laughed about it for an hour straight and multiple times since.

Note taken. Slow down. Pay attention. Appreciate life. Hug random strangers. Got it.