I read a couple of reflective blog entries yesterday (here and here) that echo completely how I think and feel about art, making, creating…

I need to make things. Everyday. It seems hard to justify, though. It seems so comsuming and wasteful to my rational mind. It costs money, it takes time… But the drive to create is woven into the very fiber of my being. I know I won’t find my place or purpose in life, as a mom, a wife, a leader, without making things and exploring my ideas. I get paralyzed by the impracticality of it though. I wish I could overcome that. I wish I didn’t always feel like making and creating were a selfish waste of time, because I don’t think that is the right way to look at it.

It is a strange thing, this blogging thing. I have been real hesitant to write too much, to become too involved, to bare my soul here, because there are wierdos out there. ANYONE could come here and read it, and that seems like a huge risk.

I’ve been lurking and reading the blogs of other crafty moms, agreeing with what they say, admiring the things they make, the mail they get, the lives they display, and I think, “I wish I could be friends with her. She thinks so much like I do, and she makes cool stuff!” But, creating friendships over the internet seems so dangerous and silly. But, in reading the blogs of other women who have children and make art I’ve found that I’m not alone in my drive to create and all that it encompasses…

Anyway, I think I like this blogging thing. I want to make crafty friends. They echo my thoughts.