Who were you before you got lost?
Before you got lost in the way of the world, the molding and shaping of well meaning teachers, parents, and other authority figures?
Do you ever feel that longing – deep with in – to recover a part of you that you may have tucked away eons ago?
For me, this journey of remembering who I was has been happening over the last few years. I hit a cross roads when I was feeling stifles and crushed in the corporate coaching and real estate world. I could feel ME calling, but I wasn’t sure who that was – at the time.
Every day I am becoming more and more me. My insides are showing up on the outside – and I am embracing my uniqueness, my talents, my weakness, and my personal brand of badassery.
Yes I have the mortgage, the taxes, the everyday adult responsibilities, and SWEET JESUS I’ve reclaimed the child who got lost along the way. She is the one that brings delight, joy, laughter, silliness, kindness, lightheartedness and so much JOY to every day life.
Who where you before you got lost? What did you love to do when you were 4 or 5? What memories light your soul on fire? What feels like sheer delight to you? Have you forgotten? Did you really have to outgrow the essence of who you were when you were a wild and free child?
These are the first questions to ask if you are drawn to rediscover the truth of who you really are. For me…. creating, being creative, making ART was the force that finally opened me up wide and set me where blissfully am today. Any kid of creativity can give you this gift. Cooking, writing, making music, gardening, dancing – There are so many ways to create. We were BORN to create. We are born and live to use our imagination. Are you still creating? Or did you, like I did, somewhere along the way just start ticking things off of a to do list?
Has the dust of everyday life accumulated on your soul?
So today, In the spirit of rediscovering who you were before you got lost I have a proclamation to make to you!
On this day, I declare…that I AM an Artist.
I always have been and I must be going from every day forward if I am to truly be myself.
At 4 and 5 I was painting, drawing, doodling and creating. And somewhere along the way – this version of me got lost. Maybe I was a bit “crafty” in high school and college, but really – I quietly shut the door on one of my most powerful truths. I am, and always will be – a creator. A wild, colorful and adventurous ARTIST.
My corporate drawings were a toe dip back in to this world for me. I started graphic recording and visual thinking professionally in 2010. I no longer do that work, but I am grateful that it was part of the journey that led me back to me. A few years ago, if someone asked if I was an artist, I would say “No.”
A few months ago, I took one painting class – the only formal art class I’ve had since grade school. And this weekend, I created a space in my office, and I hung a blank canvas. And I listened to my heart. Slowly, with no idea of what the end product would be…. I listened to my heart and I allowed her, I celebrated her – as she created this art I am proud to share with you 3 paintings I did this weekend.
Thank you for allowing me the space to share!