I decided to do something fun, just for the fun of it and go to the county fair this weekend. Having a birthday coming up reminding me I am now officially a senior, I still felt like a little kid all excited because I was going to go to the fair on Friday night! I watched the clock, counting down the minutes for school to get out so I would be off work. I made arrangements to meet a friend, another writer, at the gate at a specific time.
As part of the R. B. writers group, we agreed to previously enter a short story and our poetry. The reason I submitted my story was to be a participant in the creative writing division. Due to the fact I facilitate the writer’s group for our area, I thought it would be a good example to enter my writing at the fair. During the week I work to help those who desire to become authors in the future, as well as others who already have their book published. Being involved with a county event was a great experience. By being an example, I desired to encourage other writers to fully embrace their desire to become authors, writing while having fun doing so.
My excitement about going to the fair was actually not all about the artwork or even the writing I submitted. It was actually about the pure, totally spun out, chemically colored, plastic wrapped, melt in your mouth, not on your hips, pink cotton candy. I somehow justified previously that it was a good idea to pay five dollars for parking, ten dollars to get in the gate, to have the opportunity to buy a five dollar bag of cotton candy. I know it is totally pure sugar with no redeeming value, yet I was determined to purchase it, while desiring to capture some childhood memories. Once a year, walking down the midway and eating a bag of cotton candy, sticky fingers and all, a kid’s dream come true!
To my surprise, while walking into the area where the art and creative writing was displayed I saw two blue ribbons and a white one attached to my art and writing. Seriously, I was shocked, for I did not expect to find any ribbons, for I knew I hadn’t finished the piece. It was a charcoal drawing of a lion. This was a great lesson to learn that others may not see what we see, and they didn’t know what my expectations were. Obviously they liked what they saw, regardless of what my futuristic thoughts were.
I read these words after coming home from the fair. I felt they were relevant to this moment in time. “When buying from an artist/maker, you’re buying more than just an object/ painting. You are buying hundreds of hours of failures and experimentation. You are buying days, weeks & months of frustration and moments of pure joy. You aren’t just buying a thing; you’re buying a piece of heart, part of a soul, a moment of someone’s life. Most importantly, you’re buying the artist more time to do something they are passionate about.”
We all may have different passions to take care of in life. I encourage everyone to celebrate each moment as we progress toward fulfilling our passion.. Although I am celebrating my gift of life, as well as my participation at the fair, I realize when the sun comes up in the morning, it is a new day and time to start with new ideas and goals to accomplish for another day, living life to the fullest.