Yesterday was a really perfect day. I started painting again and lost myself in it for a couple of hours. It’s been too long. I didn’t know how much I missed the smells, the brushes, the colors; everything about it made me remember that I am a created being–a creative created being.
I tend to gravitate towards projects and activities. I forget in bustle I generally call my life, that sometimes life is about the quiet moments, the times when you can just be. Breathing in and out, right there where you are. Right there, doing something you love, something you were made to do. I think birthdays are here to remind us that we should remember to keep those loves in our lives. That life is short, and if you don’t spend it doing things that you love, things that you were made to do, then what’s the point?
I’m overwhelmed when I think about what this year will bring. If I’m honest, I’m excited and scared all at the same time. Will motherhood come as naturally as colors? Will I love it as much as I love teaching or riding my bike?. . . hopefully more? Will I be able to sacrifice my life to give life to my child? It is my prayer that I will. 28 you’re going to be a big year. Let’s get to it!
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