Feeling lucky

So I woke up feeling kinda off today, probably in part to the time spent with my germy four-year-old nephew on Saturday night. Though, it was worth every second – it was the best quality time we’ve spent together in a long time.

But now, I’m feeling pretty lucky. I got to help two of my good friends – one with an artistic crisis of over-dyeing feathers, and the other with emotional wounds. I got to make a difference today. Not once, but twice. I’m a lucky girl.

It’s all about perspective, isn’t it?




Lately I’ve been struggling a great deal with the question, ‘What do I want to be when I grow up?’

To which I’ve discovered there are a LOT of options. Probably too many for me to choose just one.

But this morning I had a bit of an epiphany. Perhaps it’s not ‘what do I want to be?’, it’s what do I want out of life.

I realized that all of my energies on finding satisfaction and fullfilment included one word: Community.

I’ve been looking all this time for a place to fit. A cozy, safe, creative environment with people that I trust and respect.

Hello my name is Kristen. I am a Scanner.

I’m in the throws of reading a new-to-me book called ‘Refuse to Choose. It’s basically a self-help book to those of us who have a rampant curiosity, but never seem to ‘finish’ things in the traditional, socially acceptable way. But for us, it’s totally natural to learn all the good bits and then move onto a new idea.

This fits me to a ‘T’. I’m an insatiably curious. Constantly learning. Mostly about art mediums. But I’m also fascinated by science, other cultures and especially, by process. Those ‘How Is It Made?’ shows – my crack.

And I hate, hate, HATE to be bored. Boredom is my nemesis.

It’s nice to know I’m not the only one with this characteristic, and even more so, that’s it’s ok, and there’s nothing ‘wrong’ with me. Apparently, I’m not flighty, after all.