I’m finally home. I didn’t even realize how long I had been gone or how hard I worked. I hit the ground running when I got to Indiana. I was up at five thirty, (most days) and home by eight or nine and in bed by ten. I spent my days painting, drawing, meeting new people, and eating good food.

It wasn’t until I walked into my candle lit home with dinner on the table and my beautiful husband standing in the door in front of me, that i realized how long I had been gone. By the time my kids got home and the gifts we’re handed out I was headed to bed. My seven hour drive home turned into nine hours with my forty five minute naps taking up my drive time.

While I was gone Josh handled it all. The bills were paid, the dogs we’re fed and  the kids we’re happy.

Now I’m back to work. I love my job. I’m a full time massage therapist in central Arkansas. My boss is amazing and my coworkers are darlings. When I had been at the festival for a few days I knew I was in my element. When I started my first massage today I knew I was also in my element. Art takes many forms, from sculpting stone, pen and ink, and the stroke of a massage. The music was playing the candles we’re burning and I felt at ease. I have a truley blessed life away from the rat race.

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My children are healthy, my husband loves me and I am blessed with talents passed down from my grandmother and God. I’m so happy to be home and working on my next big adventure. Never stop doing what you love.

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