Last year, I let it all go, to see what stayed.
I believe a lot of people are trying to decide what they want to do with their life. I asked a friend, “What were you doing, and at what point in your life were you doing it, that made your heart happy?” We can go back and see what’s there.
My most favorite job was working in a custom frame shop.
It was my first real job, in my 20’s, and I loved cutting glass.
In my 30’s, I was visiting a friend, and she took me on a tour of her stained glass studio. She has just begun making it, and had a few pieces hanging in her home. I loved the way the light came through, and became colored light.
She was a good bit older than me, and her kids were grown.
I admired her for doing this later in life, like there were no rules on when to begin. Visiting with her that day planted a seed in my heart. Now, some twenty years later, I have taken my first stained glass class. It was a basic cutting class, and there I was, loving the sound of the glass being scored. Breaking it into desired the pieces.
The teacher strolled by and said, “You are a natural at this.”
There was a next level class to take, but it had a waiting list. The teacher put my name on the list, but I didn’t think much about it. As life would have it, I forgot about it until they called with an opening, asking if I was interested.
The class starts next week, so I went in yesterday to choose a pattern of what to make. This class walks you through from start to finish. There are four classes total. One a week, with practice in between. I get to practice breaking things.
Letting go of the pieces of me that have accumulated over the years, revealed a piece lost, and forgotten. Here’s to making something beautiful with the broken pieces.