Art

When my mom was here about a month ago I took her to an art museum in Kansas City.

I’ve been wanting to visit one for some time. Although I didn’t want to go so bad that I was ready to load up the three and take them with me.

I may look a little crazy most days but I’m not that crazy. While I’m not opposed to taking my children to an art museum I am opposed to going with them outnumbered.

So while my mom was here we stole away and went. Just the two of us. It was quiet. It was peaceful. It was delightful.

I could have stayed there much longer. But our time was somewhat limited.

The entire experience was good for my soul. In my effort to produce art I sometimes become self-conscious wondering if what I’m creating is good enough for the world.

Seeing so many different pieces and mediums helped me remember to love and be pleased with what I create.

Even if I’m the only one that loves it that will make my efforts worth while.