See what I mean about stuck? I was so seriously hung up on "who" I couldn't even begin to move on to "what." We're talking serious creative constipation here. And that lead to even more introspective angst. Who was I to even presume that my little tokens of glib greeting card garbage might resonate with a soldier, a sailor, an airman, a marine?
Then I thought of the three kids I know who are serving in active duty. I thought of one of my daughter's friends, a marine in Afghanistan. I thought of my nephew who is anticipating his first deployment in May. And then I thought of my nephew, Nick, a lifer, in the Army Air Force. His specialty is training helicopter pilots. That's when my creative juice started bubbling spontaneously. It percolated as I rummaged through my stash to find long forgotten "flight" themed dazzles. It came to a full boil as I remembered the "just flying by" stamp I'd purchased ages ago. It simmered as I chose papers and complementary punch. And just that simply, my mojo was back. I was cookin'.
Will my next foray into card construction be as angst riddled? Probably. But I'll trust the Universe and my military models to motivate and guide me through.
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