One door reads motherhood and one door reads artist, that is what I formulated in my mind. I somehow decided that two rooms were important for self expression, when I walked through the artist door I had to be completely absorbed in that space without letting any other energy into that domain. And when I entered the motherhood room I could be a full-time mother. I would push out any other thoughts that threatened to take me away from being the greatest mother I could be. these two rooms dominated my life and thoughts...they had completely different paint colors and furniture choices, they had different light sources and floor coverings. In short they were individual in every sense of the word.
I thought I was brilliant in coming up with this metaphor...I was completely sure I had found the truth that would set every mother free...the truth that the two worlds/rooms had to be kept separate in order for the person outside of motherhood, the artist, to survive. I fought day and night to keep this virtual deception going and deception is what it really boiled down to.
I realized ever so dramatically that the two rooms hindered my progress as both an artist and a mother...what it did was encourage me to put time limits and restrictions on both parts of me. It set the stage for the battle to begin. I kept saying that I wanted my life to be artistic in every sense of the word but I was isolating my art, pushing it into a corner, further into its room, what started to happen was I stopped visiting the artist room as often. I found myself frequenting the motherhood room more, my natural instincts kicked in hard. I kept saying - putting motherhood first was what was important, what I hadn't realized (with all of the bouncing around) was that if I let things be. I would naturally be a great mother and at the same time my art would get a chance to breathe, my art would visit me while I took my little girl for a bike ride.
I finally realized I had to take the two rooms and merge them, make one big beautiful bright playful room. One magnificent place to share, grow, shine, write, and love in, that is now my life, and a big part of my journey as a creative being.
So I finally figured out how to balance the precarious world between being a mother and an artist, it is by never looking to be one without the other and to gracefully let the two become one!
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I realized ever so dramatically that the two rooms hindered my progress as both an artist and a mother...what it did was encourage me to put time limits and restrictions on both parts of me. It set the stage for the battle to begin. I kept saying that I wanted my life to be artistic in every sense of the word but I was isolating my art, pushing it into a corner, further into its room, what started to happen was I stopped visiting the artist room as often. I found myself frequenting the motherhood room more, my natural instincts kicked in hard. I kept saying - putting motherhood first was what was important, what I hadn't realized (with all of the bouncing around) was that if I let things be. I would naturally be a great mother and at the same time my art would get a chance to breathe, my art would visit me while I took my little girl for a bike ride.
I finally realized I had to take the two rooms and merge them, make one big beautiful bright playful room. One magnificent place to share, grow, shine, write, and love in, that is now my life, and a big part of my journey as a creative being.
So I finally figured out how to balance the precarious world between being a mother and an artist, it is by never looking to be one without the other and to gracefully let the two become one!
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Karen_Gibson_Roc
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