For 10 years this kitchen counter was my art studio, my office, my everything. I drew, I painted, I worked on my comic and my website, I watched videos to learn new things; I struggled with what it meant to be the best version of myself, while dodging toddlers at my feet and actually doing, you know, kitchen stuff like making dinner. I challenged myself and set the bar high. I failed to measure up to the hopes and dreams I had for accomplishments, over and over and over again. But I made progress. Every year. Slowly. Painfully. I got a little better, not just at art, but at figuring myself out while feeling the pressure of running out of time as my 40s were fast approaching.
Now, my 50s are fast approaching, and I suddenly feel like I have all the time in the world. I’m setting up my new office, studio, hideout, lair-from-which-I-can-conquer-the-world. It isn’t perfect, but it is a giant step beyond the kitchen counter.
You still have time to find your place in the world, at any age. But worrying that you don’t have enough time, or stressing the fact that you aren’t sure about the how and the why is stealing that time away. Start with what you have. The kitchen counter. It is enough.