Making a life

I am a maker. You are one too. How do I know this?

Well, our kind has always made things. In our earliest days, we made tools, food, and shelter.  We made babies. We evolved to make homes and businesses and relationships and technology and art and music and love and war and everything else that's ever been known or experienced. We are makers.

Knowing I am wired to make things is a comfort to me when I'm in the throes of a creative block.

Today, I identify myself as a creator -- an artist, a writer, a poet, a grandmother -- a maker of my wildly happy life and all that it encompasses. Nobody designed the particular details of my life for me -- although my soul certainly has had a say in it. 

At the center of my being, there is a deep and gratifying knowing that my life and everything in it is a creation. This understanding informs the shape of my work, my relationships, my health, my money and the interconnectivity of all those things.

Oh and my's like carrying a stack of permission slips a mile high, knowing I can make what I want to make.

I get to make my life be whatever I want it to be. Because I am a maker.