When I was little, I wanted to be an artist. I know I've told you that before . . . maybe once or twice. It was the job I dreamed of. Well, one of the jobs I dreamed of. I wanted to make art . . . and I wanted to teach it. To empower, to inspire, to encourage, to teach. Really. It's what I think my core is made of. And my friends . . . I'm going to be doing it. I got a job, my friends. A dream job. A job that will allow ME to be ME. REALLY me. The me that can create, dream, inspire, motivate, encourage, teach, and share my talents with others. Really. Me. This summer, I'll be teaching art classes for our Park District. Yes, it's the park district (not my own studio). But it is the beginning of something amazing. I feel it. And I still feel like a "pinch me" would fit in right about now. You see, every season when the new park district catalog would arrive in our mailbox, I would quickly peruse the pages trying to find . . .SOMETHING that I...