Turning the page.

crop artist near colorful paint palette in workshop

Yesterday, I bought a new calendar and turned the page to a new month and a new year. It’s not a clean slate and I won’t be a “new me” in this new year. I am me and I am learning and growing. Each day is a day where I can be more intentional about living my values, where I can be purposeful in pushing my growing edge, and where I can choose to turn the page in order to apply new skills.

Inner child sh*t.

My inner child is socially awkward, self-sabotaging, and a perpetual self-fulfilling prophesy of painful life lessons. My inner child is very cute, really, but she doesn’t quite fit into the “normal” category and she lacks the polish that most girls are expected to have. She far too often says whatever is in her head (please refer to the first line of this blog post).

Seasons change.

I feel like an old tree, whose leaves once turned beautiful, vivid shades of red and orange and yellow, whose leaves are now brown and waiting for one strong storm to come and force them to the ground.

As I look around my world, I am increasingly aware of the other old trees and I wonder about this thing called life and what it is really all about: did The Creator have a plan here or is this all an improvisation piece?