In my young adult years, I had a hard time being seen for who I was.
I was always identified by where I grew up, whose sister I was or who I hung out with. Although I loved those aspects of myself, I was more.
As years went on, I had to make choices for my happiness. Choices often opposite of what I thought was expected of me. That meant becoming vulnerable to change and criticism.
That shift came with a yearning to experience more of what life had to offer. I began to look outside the walls put in place by others and myself to live a life God wanted me to live.
I began to capture these experiences in my writing. This became a way for me to purge, process and heal.
This blog is that journey and it continues. A journey full of love, tears, pride and lots of laughs.
Thanks for joining me.
outdoor Festival Inspiration
As I walked through the festival, I didn’t rush. I took time to enjoy the sounds, visit booths, and check out the food and beverages. Then a painting caught my eye. I went to the tent filled with art to see it, and a woman approached me. Her husband was the artist whose style I’d describe as a blend of abstract art and modern hip-hop.