My Story

 

 

 

 

 

 

My story with art began as a young child, mixing custom colors and painting paintings on an easel on the back deck.  Like most children, I didn't label myself as an artist, I just thought that was what everybody did, and that at some point, you "grow out of it"...

As a grew up, schooling shifted focus from creating things for classes, to creating things outside of class, to creating things in my free time.... a "normal" progression, I thought.

 

I must have recognized that I enjoyed creating and design, because I enrolled in an Architecture Program... and a year and a half into it, it seemed like the harder I tried, the worse I did, or so I thought based on the professor's feedback... so I quit.  

I took classes towards a Spanish minor.  And took one interior design class, and that day, they professor was talking about what engineers did, and that sounded good (safe), so I switched to engineering.

I went on a received my degrees and started working.  And found ways to balance my work life with the rest of my life and that seemed to work for a long time....even after getting married....

 

Until a few years ago when my son was born.   And all my resources became wrapped up in my 5 lb baby.

 

And my priorities shifted. 

And my happiness at my job waned because my heart wasn't in it anymore, but I didn't know it yet. 

It felt like I was doing all the things others needed me to do...

 

or was expected of me...

 

but it wasn't what lit me up...

 

and it not longer provided meaning to my life.  

And I had no idea what I enjoyed doing anymore, because what I enjoyed before wasn't very applicable to a working mother (ie, glass mosaics and adventure trips).  

I felt stuck, like I wasn't growing, caught in a tornado, that was barreling it's way through my life, destroying what was left. 

And it continued through life's circumstances...

 

my mom's cancer diagnosis and fight

 

trying to work during the day

 

take care of my mom after work

 

and spend time with son at night. 

It wasn't the best plan...

It felt like life was passing me by...

and what I was doing was trying to keep some ship afloat that was at risk of capsizing, 

but it seemed like the only way because I didn't have the capacity at the time to come up with other ways...

except that I realized that if I had to choose,  I didn't want to be at work anymore because it was preventing me from having more time:

with my mom who was fighting cancer

and my son who was growing up so fast...

 

And then it happened... I was laid off.. and afterwards, I felt relieved! 

I didn't have to do all the things...

maybe I could figure out life how to live my life in alignment with who I was...

 

and the journey began...

to figure out who I was again...

what I valued, what I loved, and even enjoyed doing

and what work would help others and add meaning to my life!

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This information is being provided to you for educational and informational purposes only.  It is being provided to you to educate you about connecting through art and as a self-care tool for your own use.  It is not medical, psychological or religious advice (I am not a pastor or clergy member).  This information is to be used at your own risk based on your own judgement.  For my full disclaimer, go to: www.annajaneelliott.com/Disclaimer.