I break my silence.
You see, I am haunted by an American dream. It hit me about four years ago stuck in rush hour traffic on a business trip in L.A. I realized in that moment that I had become a sheep. I was sleep deprived, unhappy in my business, relationships lacked and I sat there on the 405 with tears streaming down my face. I frantically looked out at the other driver’s. Did they sense they had been “duped” too? How did I, a rebel by many, an individualist, a self employed artist doing what I love, become a sheep? When did I become the lost lamb? How? The questions soon gave way to this: “how do I live a life with more meaning?” And if I am feeling this way, me, who prided myself in living so free, as a society we must be collectively feeling the “numbing down of America”. My eyes darted to the other driver’s again and then to the billboard claiming: “It’s the real thing”.
My search for the “American dream” has brought me on a personal journey that I know is a global journey; I know I am not alone in this quest. I search for meaning in a big box world.
It is time...time to honor and elate over the ordinary lives that are actually sacred and extraordinary through living a life with passion and purpose. My goal is to create hope and inspiration to a life worth living, but I need you too. Please email me your stories, your triumphs or that of another living the artistic life, whether it's a Wal-mart greeter who cares or an amazing musician, I care not; it is about that amazing soul who is making a difference in our restless suburban wilderness.
We're all in this boat together, we inspire each other. Can't wait to hear and share stories from the road. To you all who inspire me, remember, staying true to your truth is the same thing as being an artist.
Restless in Boulder,
The Anglo Maiden and the Golden Maiden