Now that I have new accommodations for my driftwood collection I can hit the beach and gather like a fiend. Oh, this feeling is so invigorating. No more hemming and hawing over whether or not to pick up items I find on the sandy banks, or shoreline. I have the space to store it, and thus it can be mine to claim.

I am finding it absolutely hysterical now, in retrospect, how it took years for me to get of my tuckas and acquire new the new space. I actually feel like I will be able to tap into some artistic abilities that I was unable to before because I have the room to be bold, and even make mistakes.

The reason I am writing this down so that in the future, probably in another year or two, if my renewed inspiration for driftwood projects lasts, I will have to consider where to go from here. Whether I build a cabin, rent a loft, or pursue other venues will depend on how things go, but I can say for certainty, if the way I feel today is any indication of my motivation, then the sky’s the limit next go round. But, by putting this in writing I will have more to refer to regarding this topic then a faded memory of it.