Looking Back – Day 2

Today is Day Two of the Art Apple A Day Retrospective – for information on the project click here.

Day Two – October 2, 2010

I had “hit” the enter button last night. I called my husband Doug and my Mom and Dad and given them the link to the wordpress website and shared the general idea.

They are all accustomed to me and my ideas ~ the frustration and the fun of being a creative person plays out constantly with these words…

So, I’ve been thinking.

And, bless their hearts, they laugh and listen. My husband always says, “that sounds great, sweetie” every. single. time. It’s part of why I love him so much. My Dad is where I get my joie de vivre – he jumps right in hands going this way and that. And my Mom is my voice of reason. She was the first person I told and I could hear her inner thoughts, her worry.

In 2010, Doug and I were living in Elizabeth, Colorado way out in the country and 2107 miles away. She knew I was adrift and she probably worried about my health backsliding more that I did. But, she also had lived the story. She had been at a Doctor appointment where the PCP asked me how my marriage was. She felt the judgement and condescension as rawly as I did in that moment. She felt the despair that had caused her to get on a plane and travel – then – 3369 miles across the country to California to meet with that @%#&* Stanford doctor who dismissed my testimony and symptoms.

And she didn’t miss a beat in that moment. She said, “Do it, tell your story.”

She was actually worried about a million things about my plan but she, and Dad, and Doug as well as the rest of my amazing family, followed along the ups and downs of the journey to 365 daily apples. And they ALL joined me in New York City in the final days to paint the last apple!

To see my second post from 10 years ago click here or on the image above. I talk about dusting off my watercolors and how quickly I learn that plans are a difficult thing in the creative mind!

And the story will continue tomorrow!

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