(Good old Amanda, asking the small questions.) We're coming to you live from Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn, on a hot-as-summer May afternoon, where we're marinating in existential angst. Today's special: deep, probing questions about the nature of power. I've written about how my sense of power is tied up in my income. ("It eats away at your … Continue reading What is real power?
Last night I had a dream that someone or something was knocking, and it represented getting a step closer to becoming a full-time artist, and in my dream, I said to myself, "This is a perfect metaphor for what I'm going through — I should blog about it tomorrow." (Yes, I am apparently scouting for … Continue reading What’s knocking at the door of your life?
If you read yesterday's post, you know I'm processing some intense feelings these days. Feelings of shame, of loss, and — at the same time — hope. All tied to finally, finally listening to my intuition and becoming the artist I'm meant to be. So when Facebook reminded me of this blog post that my friend Lauree … Continue reading Doing what feels right (instead of what we wish felt right)
I was so moved by the artist's open letter earlier today about why she fears motherhood as an artist that I write my own open letter in response.
If there's a small voice inside of you saying "I miss writing/painting/acting/dancing/[fill in the blank]," this post is an invitation to begin again.
The battle to make time for self-care, even when things are topsy-turvy (...especially when things are topsy-turvy)