November left me depleted and hopeless. I am pretty sure I'm not alone in feeling this way. Do dreams come true? Or is life just maybe not so great? This gloom and doom mentality is out of the ordinary for me. Even in the darkest times, I reach for a pocketful of reserved sparkle. I draw dancing food and half naked ladies. My life is blessed. But the mood of the past few weeks had me questioning the relevancy in even existing.
A few months ago, I had applied and gotten into the local Bizarre Bazaar to sell work along with many other local artists. This event came just at the right time for me. I set up my booth and within minutes, had my first customer. And then the next and the next and so on. People thanked me for creating happy art. Said they needed the giggle. I had forgotten the joy I get hearing people laugh at my jokes, puns, idioms.
Slowly, I came out of my funk. We are all suffering a little. We all have battles. But what I have learned is this; once you can get through the grieving, there is space for immense joy and the possibility of dreams coming true.