drive the youngsters to school and then come home,
look at your cluttered kitchen and untidy bedrooms and think
"Well, I really ought to clean the house top to bottom but I just
Haven't the ambition."
The ambition you are referring to is the worthy kind,
the one shorn of it's destructiveness. It's altogether desirable.
Without it we would be living in a world of dirty homes and discomfort.
But have you ever known someone who had her heart set on becoming
president of a club, member of a sorority, writer of a bestseller,
or social leader of her community? Or perhaps, a popular craft blogger?
This is the other kind of Ambition, The harmful kind."
Everywoman's Magazine August 1954
( Okay I totally added the craft blogger thing myself.. but it just Fit So Well.)
I wondered!
I have the wrong kind of Ambition!
I blame the internet. Oh, the cursed wonderful Internet!
But look where my Harmful Ambition has taken me now:
Welcome to Bitter Betty's Dilettante Atelier
Harmful ambition, my sweet patootie!
My living room is clean.
My craft junk looks way more delectable in the light of day,
I've already got a piece of art in the show
at the gallery downstairs from the studio
at the gallery downstairs from the studio
and this week I found out one of my dresses will be in an
Honest To God Fashion Show in September.
Was it hard to pony up the rent at first? Yes. It was scary.
I didn't feel like my efforts deserved it.
I had a hard time justifying it. It felt selfish. But now?
It feels perfect.
My home is better, my work is better,
I'm part of a community of creative people
and Ican't wait to see what will happen next.
Every day something new seems to happen and
my creative life feels like it just finally came out of it's cave.
I'm still struggling with the "clean the whole house" ambition,
but at least I don't have to shuffle all the craft junk into a corner to do it anymore.





