A little more than 6 months ago, I received a call from my brother that said "I'm sorry, but he didn't make it." I traveled to Price, Utah to help my family plan and make it through his funeral. I rode in a car in a funeral procession that was over a mile long, led by his two remaining biker buddies. A little more than 6 months ago, we laid a great man to rest.
Since that time, I have begun selling leather journals, I've become the art journal making sponsor for Connie's Art Journal Love Letter's Class. I have left a very wrong marriage behind. I have begun writing my novel again (that I had stored away for over 10 years). I have taught one Artist Empowerment Class, and am moving towards another. I have moved so much closer to living my authentic life. 6 months ago, I was so far away from authenticity that I couldn't even tell where it resided. Today, it lives with me, and we are having a great relationship.
It's amazing what can happen in six months time. My life bears no resemblance to the life of 6-8 months ago. And I'm so thankful. I know that as I move forward (sometimes like the speed of light) that Dad is proud of me. And I know that if my life could change so drastically in one six month period, then the world better watch out for my next six months!