In 2000, my best friend died from a fall down the stairs of her retirement home.  She had only been there a matter of weeks.  When I visited her family they showed me that she had never even unpacked the boxes of craft materials she had been saving for her retirement.  After much grief and tears, I decided that I would not arrive at my retirement or death without doing the one thing I had always wanted to do: pottery.  I built my studio that same year.I continued to work until I was laid off just short of retirement age. What a mixed bag that was for me! On the one hand, I lost my career, my health insurance, and my retirement pension. What I gained was the ability to care for my mother in her last few years and the opportunity to finally study and master my craft. I did both.

Yesterday I took the final load of dishes from my kiln. These will not be for me, but for my daughter. I feel like I've come full circle. I did finish the set in a summer, just 45 years later! I'm mostly pleased with them and I know my daughter will like them. All the determination and passion of my youth and all the skill I gained since then went into those dishes.
This is what satisfaction looks like.
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