I've been a bit of a day dreamer of late. My mind overflowing with grand schemes of lost goals and endeavors. Where did I lose my quirkiness? My artsy-fartsy side? When did I stop doing what I wanted to do and start worrying about being good enough? It was of my own unraveling. I was inspired by everything yet accomplished nothing. I felt like a failure. In my quest to keep up with the Jones', I destroyed the very thing I loved the most. Creating.
My life of late has been a roadshow of organization and discipline with little room for anything crazy like creativity! Today I hereby declare my freedom from my self induced prison of worry and doubt and feeling, well, just not good enough. So often we lose such a big part of ourselves in an effort to fit in. Adult peer pressure. Lol. I remember now why I am ME, it's because I love to create. I love to create art, paper things, silly kiddy crafts, gardens, sewn things. I want to tell people that I love chickens and thunderstorms. I want to laugh as I tell someone I don't know squat about computers and technical things. I want to share my ideas, my dreams, my goals for my life. I want my children to remember how much fun their mom was.
So right now, this minute, I will embrace my little creative self and welcome her home.