In my last blog post I talked about the book I'm featured in "The Art of Painting in Acrylic" published by Walter Foster. In this blog I'm going to give you a link for a "sneak peek" of the book. But first I want to share with you a little story.
As a child I had a dream about being famous. My parents use to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I always answered "I'm going to be famous". So my parents put me into ballet class along with my sister. I hated it, she loved it. I quit after 6 months. Next I as given flute lessons, I hated it and again quit just after a few weeks ( good thing they just rented the flute ). My passion as a child was singing. I could see myself singing on stage, with a band and by myself. I started singing in my school choir in the second grade. By middle school I was singing in both the school choir and church choir. By my freshmen year in high school I was in three school choirs and two church choirs. All through my childhood years I'd ask for voice lessons. Every time I asked I was told not yet. My family moved to Tahoe just weeks before my freshmen year ended. The new school I went to didn't have a choir program. My heart sunk. There were no voice teachers any where in Tahoe at the time. I felt angry and frustrated because my dream of being famous was disappearing right before my eyes. I stopped singing and I rebelled. Years later in my thirties, after a couple of failed marriages and four kids, I gave myself the one thing I had wanted most as a child, voice lessons. But by then I knew my dream of being a famous singer was over. What I got instead was empowerment. I gave myself back the power to control my destiny and that has changed my life.
When talking to my parents the other day they reminded me of my childhood desire of being famous and said I was on my way. I don't know about that. What I do know is fame comes in many forms at different times in each of our lives. Some of us will be famous for 15 minutes, some for a life time. What matters most to me now is I'm famous in the hearts of my family and that makes me happy.
Now for the link to the "Sneak Peek" of The Art of Painting in Acrylic
As a child I had a dream about being famous. My parents use to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I always answered "I'm going to be famous". So my parents put me into ballet class along with my sister. I hated it, she loved it. I quit after 6 months. Next I as given flute lessons, I hated it and again quit just after a few weeks ( good thing they just rented the flute ). My passion as a child was singing. I could see myself singing on stage, with a band and by myself. I started singing in my school choir in the second grade. By middle school I was singing in both the school choir and church choir. By my freshmen year in high school I was in three school choirs and two church choirs. All through my childhood years I'd ask for voice lessons. Every time I asked I was told not yet. My family moved to Tahoe just weeks before my freshmen year ended. The new school I went to didn't have a choir program. My heart sunk. There were no voice teachers any where in Tahoe at the time. I felt angry and frustrated because my dream of being famous was disappearing right before my eyes. I stopped singing and I rebelled. Years later in my thirties, after a couple of failed marriages and four kids, I gave myself the one thing I had wanted most as a child, voice lessons. But by then I knew my dream of being a famous singer was over. What I got instead was empowerment. I gave myself back the power to control my destiny and that has changed my life.
When talking to my parents the other day they reminded me of my childhood desire of being famous and said I was on my way. I don't know about that. What I do know is fame comes in many forms at different times in each of our lives. Some of us will be famous for 15 minutes, some for a life time. What matters most to me now is I'm famous in the hearts of my family and that makes me happy.
Now for the link to the "Sneak Peek" of The Art of Painting in Acrylic
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