On my balcony admiring the light and the slowly building cumulus clouds on a hot, humid day, a beautiful, quite stunning realization came to me regarding the starving artist myth.
As I was eating…(ironic isn’t it, as I do so love being well-fed) I asked myself, have I ever really starved? Have I ever really been a “starving artist”? And for that matter, have I ever been homeless or not at any point able to create?

French Toast: food for contemplation
The answer: No. Never. Not once. I have never been hungry or homeless in the pursuit of my creative endeavors. Now, mind you, I have not always made my way financially with my art, but does that really matter? Is not the creation and the process of the artistic passion the definition of success, more than whether the art piece sold?
As I munch on french toast bagels and fresh strawberries on my balcony of my safe, secure and quiet apartment home, I am and always will be an artist, who just happens, at this moment in time, makes her money through a job at a medical lab.
My dining room is my studio. I just recently created a whole slew of new work…and here I am good, happy, well-fed and inspired!
Yes, my friends, artistic creation is born from joy and fulfillment, not starvation and desperation. Funny that, the big wide world suddenly seems so much prettier.
What myths perpetuate your life? Super-mom to tortured artist, what bogs you down from realizing your dreams, your comfort, your pleasure? What assumptions need questioning and how can you change the way you look at your life experience?