We did it!

I want to sit in this moment and just feel the thankfulness and gratitude for each and every one of you!   I have officially SOLD OUT of bracelets for the Harmony Tour that I’m going on!  There are 330+ women who are around the country and the world who are wearing bracelets to support my participation in this tour and I FEEL the support and love.

Thank you Thank you Thank you!!!

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If you have a bracelet, I’d love if you’d wear it during October.   We really are all connected and I imagine a tangible energy from feeling that support and connection while I’m overseas.

Thank you again SO much!!

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words for the friend who just announced she’s getting divorced

I remember a time almost 10 years ago where I felt like the sound went out around me, everything was caving in on me and I was trying not to black out. I was just informed by my then husband of 5 years that he didn’t want to be married anymore.  I remember thinking of our 3 year old, thinking how did I not see this coming, feeling like I had just failed on the biggest stage of my life.  A spent a few hours in denial, then a few days in shock then months in tears and more denial.  Then something took over me that told me I’d be okay, life would go on. On some deeper level I knew that I would come out of that situation stronger and wiser then I had gone into it.  But it was a hard, yucky time. I was annoyed with the world, annoyed with people around me and mostly annoyed with myself.

I moved back to Minnesota (from Dallas) and while sharing a bedroom with my daughter in my parent’s house, I began to put my life back together.  I made lists of all the things I had given up on that I wanted to add back into my life.  I made lists of career options.  I made graphs and charts of all the areas of my life; career, health, finances, hobbies, goals, travel, living, relationships. I noted where I was, where I wanted to be.  What I needed to add into my life, who and what needed to go.  It was hard but thankfully this energy took over and helped me go through it.  I never expected those few years following to be the beginning of the greatest years of my life.

I was lucky to have a few level headed friends and family members around me to help keep me moving forward.  I’ll never forget my dearest soul sister telling me, “You can handle this like they would on Springer or Oprah” . Wow, there were some pop culture words of wisdom that I have never forgotten.

I wanted to give back and help others so I’ve created a Divorce Manifesto.  This is a FREE printable guide that is perfect for women going through a divorce. You can pass it along to anyone you know who could use this tool in their life right now.  Print it, put it by your desk, on your bathroom mirror, in your car or wherever you find yourself needing a boost and reminder of how to not only survive the divorce experience but turn it into a time where you get to know yourself, honor yourself and reset your life path. You can can find a free download here or you can right click the image below:

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Are you going through this journey of a divorce?  You may be interested in these blog posts:

http://noellerollinsart.com/i-give-you-permission-to-say-no-2/

http://noellerollinsart.com/sophistication/

If you’ve used this Divorce Manifesto and it’s helped you, I would love to hear about it. Email me and tell me all about it. Thanks!

In defense of a dream

I feel sorry for people who don’t have a dream. And worse… those who put down others for following theirs.

I grew up in a home  where it was not uncommon for us all to be home on a random Thursday afternoon. This was not because we were a lazy family, this is because all 7 of us were diligently following our dreams and ironically none of them included 9-5 jobs.  I guess I could say that my dad’s was but him being an entrepreneur, he owned his own company so could still be around when necessary.  Because of this my parents were at almost all of my sports games, band concerts, and also there to have breakfast with. There were many times as I grew older that I would come in after a night out with friends and my mother would be there playing her little hand held yahtzee game, she was ready and eager to talk, see how I was and hear all about my life.  This was the normal in my home. Even as adults… we’ve got a mechanic, audio/visual company owner, nurses, students, entrepreneurs, and me the artist.  Even further my dad still sings in a band, my parents met while both in separate bands.  My brother is an excellent photographer, my sister a great drawer, my other sister and mom excellent at decorating and my other brother a musician and artist.  We were brought up to pursue our dreams, think for ourselves, think big.  I remember being in high school and my dad handed me a set of 6 anthony robbins tapes.  I listened to those every night for years as I fell asleep. I could recite you the amazing story of Colonel Sanders as he started up KFC, or how Walt Disney was inspired by an actual mouse.  I couldn’t get enough and it forever changed the way I saw the world and how I’d later choose to live my life.

My family has always supported me in my goal of being an artist. I was encouraged at every turn; I received supplies for gifts, classes when needed and they understood when I took extra art courses through the mail while going to high school during the day.  It was no surprise when I decided to go to college for graphic design, again I was fully encouraged.  Through my 20’s I always pursued and kept my art going part time in between other jobs and raising my daughter. Later in my 30’s I met the love of my life who loved me for who I am.  He really impressed me when on our second date he was at my house and he knew the names of almost every piece of my artwork and the stories behind them (the guy really did his homework!).  A few years later I after having another child I decided that it was time for a career change and cut down my hours for my job to almost none and I decided that now was the time for me to focus on my art exclusively.  (Well, as exclusively as can be done while also being home everyday raising a baby.)  There are days that are tricky, I try to be in the moment with the kids and my hubby and then take advantage of every spare minute in between to get work done. Most days feel like a juggling act but I feel fulfilled to my core.  My life feels so in balance, money is flowing, love is flowing and I feel like just maybe a person really can have it all.  Then I got slapped with a hit I didn’t see coming..

I start hearing through the grapevine about a group of people in my life having all sorts of horrible, negative negative things to say about me.  Such as comments about how I shouldn’t be staying home with my child and I should get a real job. I must be lazy. Why don’t I work? One person even using me as an example to their child in telling them not to turn out like me instead they should get a real job.  Let me say at first I was super hurt, especially because all of these people have always been nothing but nice to me to my face.  Secondly I got angry.  Who do they think they are to judge me?  We are raising wonderful kids, have money in the bank, are happy, fulfilled and creatively I have never felt better, how could they possibly say those things?  I will admit I had to sit on this thought for a bit, were they right? Could I possibly be choosing the easy way out?  Then I got angry for a different reason, I wouldn’t change places in life with any of these people so why would I care what they thought?  Why did it bug me that they didn’t approve of our life choices?  I’d never experience someone not supporting me in my dreams or the methods in which I raised my children. Then I got pissed that I even cared.  I started realizing that people judge each other every day, I’m sure most of the time people are misinformed, coming from a place of trying to fit in with each other, just enjoying a little gossip time. Never intending for it to get back to the person they are ripping apart.  I guess I must believe that, how else would people who supposedly care about someone do anything but support them in their dreams.  Especially when it isn’t hurting anyone, no one is being taken advantage of and it makes our entire family flow better.

I’ve been seeing tons of Olympics commercials on TV lately and it got me thinking. I wonder how much friction each of those athletes face while choosing to go after their dreams? With training everyday I’m sure they don’t do the dishes as much as they should, it probably costs a good chunk of money for training, gear, travel, etc. Are they selfish for choosing to pursue their dream or brilliant?  Now I’m not comparing myself to an olympic athlete other then that we are both pursuing something that is in our blood. I wish I could go as boldly towards my dreams as they do. That’d really piss off the judgers….    Funny how as a society we celebrate these athletes for their sacrifice, their greatness and their dedication.  But back home there is probably somebody talking shit about them how they didn’t contribute enough to the neighborhood potluck, reciprocate babysitting or not having given up on their dreams and just work a normal 9-5 job.   And further more… how bad does it suck for the person who was next in line to make the olympics. Was their time wasted, suddenly a dream was stupid instead of brilliant?  What about the actor? There are those that I’m sure try to make it but don’t want to be a burden to anyone around them so they don’t put their goal front and center.  Are they a better or worse actor then the award winning actors we hear about that get so into character that they talk in an accent for months, change their bodies or move on location while filming. Do people in their lives just accept that this comes with the territory, do they get upset that this person is putting their goals as a priority? Do they just write them off as crazy? Or is it just a matter of money? The more money the easier it is for everyone else to just go with the flow?  Between those 2 actors there may not be any different in the quality of their acting but potentially only a different in their confidence and lengths they will go to set boundaries for their goals.

I think these people are amazing! Not just because they happen to be champions but because somewhere along the way they stopped listening to what the masses said they should be doing and started doing what their most authentic selves’ felt fulfilled by.

I know with all my heart that part of my soul’s mission includes art and these people inspire me to stay true to that.  I don’t believe the art itself is the mission but instead the tool.  My vision is to support and encourage people to live their most authentic, soulful selves through my art, stories and community.  Coincidently at the same time I was having to defend my dreams I was also taking the most amazing business course for creatives that was helping me to define my goals, missions and mostly wonderfully find my tribe of like minded women. Divine timing.

Happily, I can announce that I have in the months since this first happened turned my mindset from victim to advocate. It has challenged my thinking and made me more sure then ever that I am doing what is right for me and my family.

I didn’t realize how vulnerable I was before. I have since heard a quote and it’s taken me awhile to really be able to own what it says but at least 80% of the time now I feel I do.  I don’t know who said it, “What other people say about you is NONE of your business”.  LOVE that, simple but SOOO true.  Going forward, I’m glad I heard what had (and probably continues to be said) so I could toughen up a bit and find my voice.

I have been selling artwork for 20 years. I have devoted thousands of hours to learning painting techniques, different artistic styles, landscapes, portraits, crafts, abstracts, watercolors, acrylics, painting on wood, painting murals, painting glassware, dozen of craft shows, hundreds of online listings and sales, thousands of items including coasters, glasses, artwork, prints, sketches, crumpled up sketches, artwork hanging in office buildings, homes, and in my daughter’s room. Thousands of hours learning about marketing, tones and values of colors, lines, shapes, how to price my work, how to choose a brush, how to build a website, how to run dozens of computer programs, how to digitally work with and create artwork, how to set up artwork for print. on and on and on.  Add in countless other hours researching, taking photos to work from, taking photos of finished work, uploading, downloading, turning a portrait upside down, sideways and back right-side up to make sure my eye isn’t simplifying what it wants to see and is seeing each eyelash, mole or laugh line as it actually is on the subject I’m working from.  This is love, this is passion, this is a calling, this is a dream. I don’t stay up too late each night trying to fit in one more thing, add one more layer of paint or edit one more picture while the house sleeps for nothing. I do it so I can spend my days with my toddler, my evenings at my daughters sporting events and I get to wake up next to the man I love. I do it because it feeds my soul. I do it because I believe my dream of success as an artist is possible. I believe that when I get quiet enough, listen hard enough and I am in tune with God’s plan for my life I see signs everywhere that I am on the right path. I don’t want to be a spectator in my own life, I don’t want to wake up someday and wish I would have went for it. I don’t want to buy into doubt or fear. I want to show my son and daughter that dreams are important.  I try to do good in the world, leave it better then how I found it and my family comes first.   And lastly, I sure the hell don’t want to look back someday and know that I gave up on my dream because someone who knows nothing about me or my life thought I should do what he does and live smaller, go with the flow and quietly blend in with everyone else … just because.  Sorry dude, ain’t gonna happen.

Blossom Vine artwork by Noelle Rollins Art