So as some of you may know through my blogging or just through knowing me that I have been having some struggles lately. Continual themes of grief, transition and a yearning for more.  I have come to a realization concerning this.  I think my life has remained the same for a long time.  I have lived in this town for 11 years now, worked at the same place for almost three, have known most of my friends for what seems like forever.  I think all this struggle has been conjured by a divine force simply stirring my pot.  Taking me out of my comfort zones and making changes that I truly wanted to make.  It is hard for me to fathom that in one year I have changed sooooo very much.  It has felt painful at times, like I am tearing my old skin to become not a new but a better person.  I am becoming so much more conscious of the world around me and not just my own role in it but the bigger picture.  I am learning more and more about the things I want in life. The things I want have changed a lot too; they are less superficial that what I used to want.  I am learning new definitions of what it is to "be an artist"  I think there can be such a stigma attached to being an artist, assumptions about they way we are supposed to live and what we are supposed to create.  The truth is true art is really indefinable; it could never be limited to genres or mediums.  It is present in all forms of life; in almost everything we do there is art.    I think that turning 30 is just the begging for me, it can only get better as I begin to truly know myself for the first time.  The good and the not so good, the Glorious and the awkward, the things I can change and the things that are just who I am.  It is exciting and terrifying at the same time but I know there are some big things in store for me!..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />