I'm doing 10 things
I’m not praying for it, but I’m working on it.
Heather Rose's Life List
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1. Finish scarf I'm working on.
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2. Make people happy.
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3. Watching the 12 Johnny Depp movies I have not seen!! 12!!
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4. Be more patient.
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5. SELL MORE ART!
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6. Go to New Zealand!
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7. Climb Pikes Peak
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8. Convince my husband that it's okay for me to be in love w/Johnny Depp.
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9. Write and illustrate children's books.
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10. Stop staying up so late.
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How I did it
It made me
Sane 
How I did it: I am constantly saying "Sure" to everything, whether I have time or not. I start out with the best of intentions and end up frazzled, angry and unproductive.It's taken me about a month to get used to telling people "Look at what all I've already got to do, and you tell ME if you think I should tell you 'Sure!' right now". It's been working so far, no one hates me and I have more time to do what I need to do. Read how I did it…
It made me
relax
How I did it: I set an entire Sunday aside for sewing and painting. It was relaxing, fulfilling and glorious.Now there are things on my Etsy shop, and I'm working on getting more in there. I have yet to sell something out of the shop yet, but I've lots of folks buy things directly from me, having seen things online. Read how I did it…
It made me
Extatic
How I did it: I had a friend doing mission work in Seoul. When she had gotten settled in with her job and roomates she invited me to visit. My husband didn't want me to go, but I wasn't going to let him stop me. I have always wanted to travel. At times I let him almost talk me out of it. North Korea was incredibly scary at the time and South Korea just didn't seem far enough away, but I went and it was wonderful. Read how I did it…
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I’m an artist with the ability to connect with munchkins of all ages. Whether I like it or not, they like me. They come to me. Want to talk to me. Watch me. Do what I do.
Sometimes I want to run away and hide, but I think it’s a blessing. For some reason I can remember all too well what I felt like as a child. So, I can relate pretty well with them.
I am inspired daily to write stories, based on kids I know. I have the plot and even what the characters would look like in my head. The adventures they would have and the moral of the story. Yet it never makes it onto paper.
Maybe it’s because I’m too busy painting or drawing other things, or sculpting or knitting. I have to create stuff. I have to.
I just wish I could make time to write and illustrate one children’s book.
