Lots of people talk about passion: pursuing it, living it, finding it, nurturing it. I’ve never considered myself a “passionate” person, but lately, I’m rethinking that.
I’m watching Shark Tank and…a secret… it gets me choked up. I see the passion, I feel the tension, and it undoes me. I feel for these entrepreneurs and I understand their passion. I feel the same way about my art, and even more so about these stencils.
I’ve said for a long time that I love money. I do. Yes, there’s an explanation coming! Money is a lot of things, but it is nothing you don’t choose. If you don’t derive power from it, money is not power for you. If you’d rather do something non-lucrative for an hour, to you, money is not time. It is what you choose, and I choose connection.
If you hire me, if you buy my stuff, you’re saying to me, I like what you’re offering so much that I want it in my life/house. And more than anything, I, Libby, want to be part of what is beautiful in your life. That you would invite my art into your home means the world to me. That you would listen to my ideas on your project is such an honor. Yes, I’m paid for it. But every dollar, every cent is you welcoming me into what is important to you. That warms my heart.
So I understand the passion of these entrepreneurs. They have a vision and they want one of these Sharks to say, yes, YOU are onto something. You are doing something right and I want to be part of it. I totally teared up when I wrote that. I get it.
Passion. Connection. It’s why we’re here, isn’t it?













