So the little company that I work for was not as good to my wife as it has been to me. She has been pretty miserable there, in part because she is an artist and shouldn't be punching a clock in an engine shop for a living. She should be making things and building things and maybe going entire weeks without seeing more numbers than the ones on her watch.
I am so excited for her to get started with her new life. I can't imagine what it is like to have something that you have always felt called to do. I just like to work and have some wins. I feel at home playing a part in a large operation, but Satu needs to use her hands and her body. She is a visual person and and needs to bring those curious, strange, surprising visions to life in the world. When you have a mind like that, you are never going to be satisfied taking marching orders from tiny minded men.
I wonder what she will name her studio?
Unlike many artists, Satu doesn't mold herself into a dreary, black clad tortured soul in order to find meaning in the world. She doesn't do pictures of fruit or abstract sculptures of dancing figures for quick sale. She is as likely to love a truck stop cedar box with horses painted on it as she is to see the beauty in a perfect circle. She finds meaning in happy moments as well as the bittersweet. She can find two things that belong together, even when they seem unlikely at first glance.
I know without a doubt that this is the first step toward happiness for her. Yes, we have to survive, but we also have to live, and she has been pushing aside her true self for too long. It is time to get in the studio and get busy. The world has been without her vision for too long.
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