There was a time when I drank the kool-aid. Bought into the notion that going to school, having a career and working for great companies; that was how life was supposed to be. Get married, buy a house, make car payments. You know the way we were taught in school from an early age to believe that is how we became happy. The American dream. We were told happiness was found in material things and social and economic status. It wasn’t until I found what made me happy that I realized happiness can’t be quantified in the number of cars owned or by what designer clothing we all had to have.
There is a bear within me. It hibernates from time to time. Sometimes for months, other times for years, but when the bear within me awakens it becomes increasingly harder each time to ignore it. My bear represents my desire to be creative regardless of the medium I choose to express my creativity with. Now after a lengthy hibernation, the bear within me is stirring and the bear wants to be free.