Thursday, January 9, 2014


I was a toddler when I first picked up a crayon.

I was six when I first picked up a violin.

I was eight when I was first in the newspaper for creating something. 

I was eleven when I first was told I couldn't make that because it was too hard.

I was also eleven when that too-hard piece of art was displayed in the front hall of the school.

I was in high school when I found my voice {literally} and decided to go into music for my career.

I was also in high school when I decided I was no longer an artist.

I was thirty-seven when I realized that my voice was no longer my main passion.

I was also thirty-seven when I uncovered my childhood love of visual art, long latent and waiting for revival.

It's never been a secret to me or anyone else that I thrive in creative pursuits.  What did come to a surprise to me is finding that once-closed door standing open.

It is never too late to pursue a path that lights us up, no matter how shadowed and overgrown that path seems to be at first glance.  Life is an ever-changing kaleidoscope of dreams, and I am discovering that age and experience offer the inspiration to chase them without fear.