A little push

I went to the Utah Art Education Association convention last week, mostly to help, but I did get to go to a couple of workshops. One was a friend talking about research he's been doing about how art teachers manage, or struggle, to be artists, teachers, and researchers, all at the same time. I came out of the workshop determined to help my husband, who's an art teacher, make time for art making and to create time myself. The first thing I'm going to do is go talk to someone about going back to school. Tomorrow's one of the days I go see my Dad, so it's a perfect time to go to BYU too. Right? I don't know why I'm also nervous about the whole process—probably fear of failure. If I never really try to be an artist, then I never have to deal with failure. What a wimpy way to live! What a wimpy kind of person, and not who I want to be. So I left it rather late—I do want to try!