sometimes i want to drop it all.Â stop the blog and the stumbling over words, sell the camera (who ever thought that i could get the thing to focus anyway?), forget trying to make cards on my own, and start washing dishes.Â i think i can handle that.Â that at least doesn’t involve any creative talent.
not that i don’t have any talents.Â that’s not what i’m saying at all.Â you don’t have to leave a dozen comments letting me know what a beautiful smile i have (although i never understood that one since it’s not technically a “talent”) and what a gifted wonderful young lady i’ve grown up to be because i know that the Lord didn’t forget to give me something.
anyway.Â my brother got me hooked on checking in on her every now and then and realizing every now and then that i should probably give up.Â Working Girl has been in France for a month now and lives with a french family.Â she takes pictures and paints pictures with her words the way that i’ve always wanted to do.
just go to her.Â look a little.Â read a little.Â i know you’ll love her.