I haven't been blogging lately because life just keeps coming at me. My career is in full tilt as a communication professional, and there is a lot of promise on the horizon with my employer. I'm grateful and energized as a result. My big wedding project is complete and now there's finishing, wrapping and packing to be done. In the studio, I'm working on creating "series" of pieces, rather than random items that come to me as a sit behind the wheel each week. And as usual, there's the other roles...sister, therapist, event planner, organizer, crisis control center, and so on.

As I was preparing to bring the last of the wedding tumblers home this past Friday, my first pottery mentor and friend came in to the studio to handle the business that keeps the gallery doors open and the student classes full. She smiled with approval after reviewing the cups, then asked me how I felt about what's been my biggest project to date. 

I told her that it was a lot of work, that I was happy to do it for my friends, but glad to be done with throwing the same item, over and over, for weeks. I lamented over some of the pieces that didn't make the cut, and how I wished I had been able to complete the task in less time. Finally she interrupted my laundry list of complaints and concerns and said...

"Do you realize you've just completed something that many people can't fathom doing? Will never do? This is an accomplishment, something to be proud of. Did you ever imagine when you first walked in here that you would be able to do something like this? Like the other work you're doing right now?" 

I stopped and looked over the rows upon rows of cups. And then I remembered when I couldn't center. I recalled watching her throw items in what seemed seconds, to my infuriating minutes. And then I realized just how right she was. And that yet again, I need to keep in mind that perspective is everything

This was a big milestone for me as a potter. And instead of thinking of all the ways I wanted to manage it better, I should sit back for a moment and acknowledge that I did something special. I completed something that just three years ago I would have imagined was impossible.  That's progress. And for a potter? That's GREAT progress. 

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AuthorCheryl
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