Have you ever picked up an activity and immediately felt like you were meant to do it? Like you'd been doing to your whole life?
So, here I am, still suspicious of all those stories about craft destiny. But I have found an activity that quiets my mind. It gets crazy in there! The stillness is welcome.
As a child I loved learning, practicing, and using cursive. It was one of my favorite classes. Handwriting has always been a love. Enter the mother of all cursive - calligraphy. As discussed above, this was not an easy introduction. I splattered, stained, and made squiggly lines that in no way resembled the beautiful calligraphy of my friend leading the workshop.
A bit of patience (and the ten more years of practice I need!) and I can say I enjoy this artform more than any I've ruined in the past. I can only hope a few of you are handwriting obsessed as I am! I'll share more of my calligraphy journey here in the future. It's a topic I never grow tired of talking about.
It doesn't really matter what sparks your heart as long as you nurture it as the gift it is. We are lucky.