I have been pouring through images, shuffling my 'things' around trying to come up with a post for you. Something, anything that is outside the box, so to speak. I took some photos; don't really care for them. As far as making a piece, I opened my drawer and cupboard and dug through it, but nothing happened. What do you do when nothing happens? When the only creativity that I have right now is in designing a virtual world for my pet, Moxie on Facebook? How sad is that? Even until last year I would have titled myself an 'artist'. Perhaps not a defined one, but 'an artist' none the less. Now, I'm pretty sure that I fail that title. It no longer applies. Crafter, homemaker, those labels work. A fiddler. One who fiddles. Fiddles with the digital world while I live in the real one. So, with my thirty-fourth birthday approaching in two days, I declare myself no longer an artist! Know what? It feels good. Letting it go. I think I let go a long time ago. Now to change all my profile descriptions and to stop designing my personal website. I was going to pool all of Internet presences into one website. Once I started to build it I realized there isn't much to tell. At least nothing of significance. And that is Okay. Thirty-four. 3-4. Hmmm... another year. Wonder what this one will bring? Knitting. I know it will bring knitting as I am taking a beginners class in March for three hours on every Saturday. Confused? Not me. Not anymore.