The joy of writing my little blog was slowly draining away.
Instead of sharing my heart, I began to feel like a ghost writer for someone I thought I should and maybe even wanted to be.
You know, I've been there and done that. For years I tried to be who other people said I should be. I tried to fit the mold, to meet the expectations. The truth is, when I am in my studio or writing a blog post, I sometimes get a glimpse of a girl who wants to be known but always ends up hiding. I think I recognize her. I think she's me.
I would like for this blog to be a safe place for her... a place where she can express her heart...a place where she can step into the light and be free.
So here's my plan: henceforth I will write from my heart and not my head. I am going to avoid, as much as possible, things like the site meter I am about to remove because they encourage me to try to "measure" my success at this. It's such a habit with me. I'm going to have to go cold turkey.
And so, in honor of the child that is stepping forth, I leave you with a few images of a freer, less encumbered me:
Just playing in the front yard...not a care in the world
"All children are artists. The problem is how to remain one"
"Assuredly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will bo no means enter it"