Sometimes I am back to the start where my heart is taking over my head. I am tangled. I am torn. Too broken and bent to be fixed anymore. Half crazy, not wanting to get out of bed, or fix lunch, or put that dirty diaper in the trash! But that little tiny person loves the hardest parts of me, and because of that I know I can move, be victorious, be happy. By now I should understand that things are never what they appear. I hope I could always remember that my life will be what I CHOOSE to make of it. I have been too blessed to give up, to slump in a corner and feel bad for what hasn't yet been accomplished. Look at what has been and be excited for what can be.
Her eyes scream determination. I recently came across an old song that I used to listen to over and over again. "Feather in the Wind", by Mindy Gledhill. Every word to that song still touches super close to home. The past is always going to be there. That super cliche phrase that tells us 'our past makes us who we are today'. . . Stare it in the face. Own it. And make something of it. I didn't expect this little rant to end up so positive, as I have been struggling with wanting to take my art and run with it, but feeling I have someone tugging on me from behind. However, a very dear friend told me to stop letting fear control my every move.
So I, too, am determined.