One of the things in life that I have constantly struggled with, especially in the 25 years since I left the corporate world, is purpose. Like most of us, I imagine, I need to think I am contributing to making a better world. I realize I am just a speck of dust in the universe, but even a speck of dust must have a purpose, if nothing more than to annoy neat freaks.

My mental acuity is dropping now, so writing 500-word posts is becoming more of a struggle. That doesn’t mean that I will stop Having My Say, but it does mean that those posts will come less frequently.

Without Having My Say, I need something to fill the void. That is the purpose of my new My Artsy Side categories. I have been having my doubts lately about my ability to do artsy. The likely reason for that, I think, is that I am too old and just not good enough of an artist.

Then I read that Grandma Moses didn’t start seriously painting until she was 78! That just happens to be where I am currently. If she can do it, then so can I! I have frequently said that, according to my genes, I am living on borrowed time, but is that really true? How many years do I have left? I just don’t know, and there is no sense in even contemplating that fact.

So, here I am, reinvigorated to become accomplished at Artsy. I have achieved a lot in my life, so why not finally include becoming an artist on that list? I am going to try my darnedest to make that happen.