What if I confused fear with excitement? It is a question that when I heard it the first time I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Ummm, no I think that’s fear. Just so you are not confused, this is not the fear that you feel in a back alley with someone standing in the shadows about to pounce. No. This is when you have a dream or goal and you suddenly find a million excuses and all the things that could go wrong so that you don’t even start. That part is the fear. You should be excited. You should be able to start making plans and make the steps to fulfill your goal. It could be quick or take a long time, but there would be joy and passion behind it. But, that excitement quickly turns to fear. Continue reading
Curiosity has brought me here. I entered 2016 saying that I would get back into the blogging world. I have such interesting things that rattle around in my cerebral cortex, but when I have a moment it seems the great idea has passed. It may explain the several posts that are saved into draft. I went to a chakra workshop today and it dawned on me after that I had a great idea that my phone could write some notes for me and so I commanded my British male Siri to dictate for me. He did and very eloquently I might add. So, finally I had my ideas to then have for this post.
As for my story, I received an email about this chakra workshop and immediately replied back to my yoga studio that yes, I will go. I honestly did not read much about what it was about, but just the date and what I should bring. My goal is to try something new when the opportunity arises. I went there with no expectations except a curiosity for chakra knowledge and an open mind. Continue reading
I’ve begun to regress back into my 12 year old badass self. It was right around that time that I was doing exactly what I loved. I loved to paint and write. The poems. The drawing. I did it because I loved it. No one had to beg me. It was a choice every single day.
After 12, I slowly started to pull away. I went out with my friends, boy-watching and other hooligan-type activities entering high school. I thought that I was supposed to let my creativity go and that I would never find work in it. My social life and school work were my priorities.
I grew up and now my small social life and my family are my priority. In the past few months my Self has been screaming to pay attention to what you love. I am 39 and dabbling back into the practice of art and renaming myself “The Artist” once again.