What kind of hat do you wear?

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Recently, I came to the realization that I think with the right side of my brain.  OK, well, that’s not entirely true.  I always knew I had an artsy side and was more emotional and compulsive than the average, female, hot mess.  But, it was not until my  early 50’s that I admitted to myself and acknowledged that yes, I am a right sided thinker.

It’s not that there is anything odd or unusual about a person who ignores the left side of their brain.  It’s just that by acknowledging that you are indeed a creative person, you subconsciously end up putting pressure on yourself.

What am I, an artist?  A Writer?  An actress or filmmaker? A musician?

Let’s go back a bit…..  By the time I hit my early 50’s, my boys were (for the most part) grown and on their own.  I found myself with lots of time on my hands and wondering where my place in the world now existed.  Up to this point, I had devoted my life to raising a family.  I was, as they say, someone who wore many hats.  As one by one my son’s left our nest, each hat would fall from my head and land on the floor at my feet.  When the day came that my youngest son moved out, I found myself standing in the middle of an empty house wearing no hat at all.  It was just me and a head full of salon colored hair to cover up the grey’s that started popping out when my boy’s started hitting their teenage years.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, being an empty-nester is wonderful! You can sleep in until noon if you’d like and eat pizza every night for dinner rather than the wholesome meals you once cooked each night for a growing family.   Suddenly, every night around 5:30 is cocktail hour.  You are no longer the chauffeur, chef, maid, nurse, personal shopper, or tutor.  Your very hectic and chaotic lifestyle transforms into a peaceful paradise.  Yet, the silence is deafening.

So, as I suddenly found free time on my hands, and a mound of used up hats at my feet, I decided to devote my days to my hubs and myself.  But, where would I start?

I had always loved writing and had always had a pipe dream to one day write a book.  With the encouragement from my dear friend Bonnie, I dusted off my laptop computer and indeed, started to write.  I became a member of the WordPress family and created Being Margaret a lifestyle blog.  I started writing about every day ordinary topics.  I discovered that it came very easy to me.  It was as if I was having a dialogue with friends and recording it into words.  My writing seemed to be well received.   My mom was my biggest fan and supporter.  She looked forward to my weekly blog posts and would call me when a new piece was published.  We’d laugh together, or cry together over the words I had put on the paper.  We marveled together over my newly discovered gift of creativity. She encouraged me often to write a book but I had work to do first.  I had to create a brand for myself and make a place for myself in some corner of the internet.

When you create a personal space online in this age of computers and WiFi, as I did with my blog, you slowly become very good at technology.  You eventually learn to navigate your way through the inter-web highway like a Indy Race Car Driver.  You find yourself discovering Websites and Apps that fascinate you and speak to your interests in life.  Because I was on my computer daily,  writing and developing my WordPress site(s), it was inevitable and just a matter of time before I would stumble across social media sites from every genrΓ©.

And, I stumbled hard.  Instagram.  It was a whole new world to me.  Yes, it was for photo’s of family’s, vacations and friends, but it was much more than that to me.  I discovered a plethora of communites of creative individuals ~ writers, artists, musicians.  These communities spoke to me.  I was fascinated by the gifts these fab people were blessed with and how they utilized them.  I visited daily and I slowly started feeling like a part of the art community.  My Instagram feed shifted from personal friends and family to online acquaintances who had my similar interests.

I was mostly drawn to the journal community.  These people were gifted writers and artists that could take a bible verse, a famous poetic quote or their own words and make them the centerpiece of a gorgeous piece of art to be documented in what they called, their daily journals.  I invested time learning all about this art form.  I studied their methods and became increasingly fascinated with this kind of daily creativity.  Before I knew it, I was purchasing paint brushes, paints and journals and creating my own method.

After months and months of involvement in the journal community, I realized that I had a new hat!  It was an artist’s cap.  I never knew I could paint.  I didn’t know I could draw or create.  At the age of 50 something, I had suddenly discovered a deeply buried gift.  A gift that I had been blessed with at birth but had never tapped into or knew existed.  It was as if the right side of my brain woke up the day that all of my other hats had fallen off my head.

Embracing my love of art and utilizing my gift of creativity opened up an entire new world to me.  My ability and methods developed over time and I’ve slowly made a name for myself.  I eventually created a website, JournalCreations, and started a small business.  It’s my passion now.  It’s my job now ~ a job I look forward to waking up to do every single day.

These days, my boys are out of the nest.  My job raising them, up until this point, is done.  Of course, that job will never be completely finished.  I’ll always keep a few of my ‘Mom’ hats stowed away on a shelf in my closet.  I’ll take them down from time to time and use them when needed.  But for now, I proudly wear my artist cap.  My new hat!  My direction was made clear to me the day I tried that hat on and finally acknowledged that I was indeed, a right sided thinker.  Imagine that.  I’m an artist and was not aware of it until my mid 50’s.  Isn’t life wonderful!

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16 thoughts on “What kind of hat do you wear?

  1. One of my passions in life is to pull the “artist” out of everyone who comes to my home for a visit. I have a vast and varied cache of craft/art supplies and if my company is game, I have them do something “artsy”. I was never artsy until my mid-thirties when I decided to make things I could not afford. One craft led to another and pretty soon I discovered I had hidden talents that I never knew existed. So if I have them, so does everyone else! My “job” is to encourage them to just have fun and to forget about any rules. I love, love, love to see the pride they have when they are finished. I am 62 and still discovering new talents. Good for you, Miss M.

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    1. Thank you so much for your lovely reply πŸ’• Your story sounds similar to mine. You discovered your talent before mine, tho. I feel So blessed to have a gift that I love so much. I bet you feel the same.

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    1. Thanks so much, Barb! πŸ’• I am
      Learning to juggle my hectic life so there should be more frequent posts. Who knew that being an empty nester would be so busy? 😍

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  2. Anonymous

    I’ve been waiting a looooong time for another post. It’s been way too long. My family has two artsy people – Rick and Jill. The rest of us just sit back in awe.

    Love you, Aunt Nancy

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  3. Great story. Love the analogies and your growth/awarenss path. Thank you for sharing. Oh, BTW, make room in your closet for your Grandma Hat. Even better is when you earn the Great-Grandma Hat – less responsibility, more fun.

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  4. It’s great to hear that you turned to arts. I’ve been drawing and painting ever since I remember myself, and it was simply a necessity. I didn’t have good paper or paints until I relocated to Canada 14 years ago, so I would draw on anything, even wrapping paper. Well, art can be a great shelter and an excellent cure for anything.
    The other job is medical writing and clinical research, etc., mostly dealing with patient data and writing instructions for doctors, recall letters, translating correspondence. That has eaten up and stolen time from art.
    It was very nice to read your story, I’m always trying to encourage everybody to go for arts.
    Realistically, when doing art we use the entire brain and practically all of it is activated since drawing from real life or painting the same way uses all senses, all pathways in our brain to take the signal from our brain to hand with the pencil or brush. I find that people with good math skills or ability to think in perspectives and imagine correct geometric shapes and views are doing really well with drawing. Art is a very logical thing that adds the emotional side to technical ability. I’m always so short of time, I intend to have a look at your journaling site.
    Thanks from https://inesepogalifeschool.com/ That’s a secondary blog, therefore, it gets way less attention and has less visibility.

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  5. LOVE LOVE LOVE this post!!! I love those ‘aha moments when things align and suddenly a new hat lands on your head!! For me, that artist cap was always buried under a stack of other ‘more important’ hats. I was in my late forties before I was able to say ‘hey self, time to rearrange some of these hats!!! I am happiest when people refer to me as ‘one of those creative types’ LOL

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  6. I started having spontaneous OBEs (or OOBs) when I was in my early 20s, but ha1ve&#82n7;t had much luck doing anything interesting with them. Do you have a special technique you use to maintain control of your experiences?

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