Future Present

I wish i could remember my dream, i know it was an intense one and i know i've been mumbling about art in my sleep. That's probably why i'm not sleeping right now at 8am on a school day. I'm excited about starting a new chapter. And all of this points to one question. Do i really have a choice? No. I thought i had chosen to be a teacher, maybe, but it hasn't chosen me yet. So far life has chosen to make me into an artist, or i chose that somewhere along the way and had forgotten what it meant. Or maybe i've simply discovered another layer. Everyone knows that a tiger can't change it's stripes. So my stripes are solid and creative juices are flowing at a capacity never seen before. I couldn't be MORE excited. AND i could be done in a year and on my way to merrier things! We shall see.