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  • I have been looking for you all my life. I once asked someone how do you know when you find it? They replied simply "Where did you find it when you were a child?"

    I am not talking about love in the sense of romantic love, but love for life. The passion we all find ourselves seeking throughout our lives. Our purpose so to speak.

    As a child, I had a very different life then most, see I could never run, or play sports. I so desperately wanted to dance, but I could never keep up, due to the fact my heart was only half.

    So while my friends were at practice after school, I found myself at home creating my own worlds. Worlds with words and art. I loved to draw and write stories. My drawings were far better than my stories.

    I had seen on TV a author tell the audience "Write what you know". So my short stories were all girl who were dying, because that is what I knew. No one told me to my face that I was going to die. The doctors made me go out into the hall, so they could have a talk with my parents after every visit. Well needless to say hospital doors aren't as thick as some to believe. This is when the bitter truth of what they really thought came out. I never told anyone that I could over hear the conversations, maybe saying them would make them true, or the fact that everyone keeping the secret made it all bearable.

    I gave up writing stories, mostly because there is only so many disease to give a child, and writing what I knew wasn't an escape from my own world. I decided to draw, paint, sculpt and create things with my hands. I found something that my heart disease couldn't stop me from doing. I escaped into a world, that I was in charge of, and whether my heart was whole or half it didn't matter.

    As we all do, I grew up and the passion that I found my joy and escape in as a child, well that took a back seat to the practical. I studied business in college instead of art. I took one corporate job after another ,and then 11 years of working I realized that my body was failing, and I once again found myself watching all my peers do things I couldn't. So I found my art again, but this time I made it into a business and realized that if you follow your passion then the rest will follow.


    Picture: Clay cupcake toppers from my 2011 collection and homemade cupcakes
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