Tuesday, November 25, 2008
I was thinking about how we all move through our lives. Sometimes the smallest thing-- an offhand comment; a glance of disapproval; a pat on the back; whatever-- will become a catalyst for big, life-altering changes.
I remember when I was in the first grade I had drawn a skeleton on my folder, and some older kid absolutely refused to believe that I was the artist. I also remember one time in the 4th grade when I was sitting at my desk drawing a spaceman who was holding a ray-gun and kids started gathering around to watch me draw. If those two things hadn't happened, I might have gone down a completely different path in life. I think I would have been a veterinarian.
Anyway, that's what I was thinking about.