"Blo-ow, Gabriel, Blo-ow!": my instructor Manigeh looks on as I try desperately to 'pop the bubble."
So....
I was going to try writing this deep, witty, expressive post about how finding a passion in my mid-late-30s was a profound moment in my life... about how, after a decade and a half of being focused solely on my work and my career in PR, the realization that I have a passion outside of theatre, outside of food, outside of retail, shook me to my core and brought me to tears of joy as I sat explaining what I was feeling to Tom and Ami as we tried to get through the Oscars.
But then I thought, oh screw it. I BLEW GLASS FOR THE FIRST TIME AND I LOVED IT!
Last Sunday, my good friend Phil and I took a one day workshop in "hot glass" at the studio I belong to, Public Glass. I must say, it was intimidating from the get-go. But we quickly got past the fact that opening the door to a 2000-degree furnace full of molten glass is like face-planting on the Sun, and we just went with it. The whole process of learning how to work with hot glass, and how to mold it and manipulate it into something beautiful, is incredibly thrilling and awe-inspiring. I still can't believe I took a blob of molten glass and, on the first try, turned it into this:
I can't WAIT to get back in there for more.
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