Is it too late to wax poetic about the past year? Do you know that term, “waxing poetic?” It means to romanticize something and talk excessively about it.
I don’t plan to do that, but you have to admit 2017 was one year we will all remember, good and well, bad. The reason I bring this up now, is as I write this column (last week) I am ending the year with a sinus infection that is quite simply kicking my butt. My creative edge is nowhere to be seen. Sigh.
New beginnings, starting fresh and reinventing myself have always been favorite topics of mine and so it goes without saying that I’m generally big on new year resolutions. If you really want to stick to yours get an accountability partner. Someone that will remind, nudge and inspire you back into action if you slip up. Even if it’s just guilt from having nothing to report!
Despite my tongue and cheek resolution published in The Leader last week, (to remember last year’s and keep it) I have a real one for you readers; more interviews with artists and more fun art adventures, that you can take too. How does that sound?
Saturday afternoon I’ll be at First Saturday Arts Market, and 2018 begins the fourteenth year for the market I didn’t expect to make it past that first 100+ degree summer. January, in fact, has turned out to be one of my favorite dates of the year. The holiday spirit lives.