finding ones strength, finding ones center, finding ones purpose. i think about the luck we had in becoming family, in the ability we have to go to each other, the knowledge we have that some one is out there rooting for us, and willing and able to accept our darkest faults and most debilitating insecurities. and here, being able to talk and think creatively and have someone to explore those ideas with. we've always had that. i'm a better artist because of this built in creative support group we've had, more able to take risks and deal with the failures and successes that come from that risk-taking. and really, a better artist to me is just a working artist. discipline is easier out of the garret. funny, i just thought about how our room growing up was actually a garret. that must have been what sealed the deal.
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an attic, a wretched one. . .
when i looked up garret, because i had too, that's what it said. and i thought no wonder all my friends think i'll end up as the crazy woman in the attic, like in Jane Eyre. Maggi swears it's more about the fantasy world we'd create in the attic . . .
but really, it makes sense now why that's such a fear of mine, never getting out of the attic. . . it's a garret.
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