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Fear is an illusion, a shadow puppet dancing on the walls of my mind. convincing, terrifying, but not real.It wraps around my ankles like chains. saying that my dreams are impossible, promising failure just beyond courage.It magnifies the darkand narrows the room I stand in, but it is smoke, and smoke has no hands to
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A Season of Becoming There are seasons in life when everything feels uncertain, and the person you once were no longer seems fit, but you haven’t quite figured out the person you are becoming. Blooming in My Own Time (Healing Through Art & Beadwork) was born from one of those seasons. It reflects growth that
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The dream of becoming a full-time artist can feel both thrilling and overwhelming. On one hand, you want to jump all in, quit your job, and dedicate every hour to your art. On the other hand, the fear of instability keeps you tethered. But the key isn’t to leap recklessly, it’s to build slowly, brick
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Why do I hold onto things out of comfort, instead of letting go for freedom? The truth is, the fear of the unknown cripples me more than, anything else. I find safety in the predictable, even when it limits me, because the unfamiliar feels like risk, like danger. But deep down, I know this: if
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The art of growing is not just about achievements, milestones, or the things we create. It’s also about learning to master self-acceptance, to honor ourselves through all stages of life, especially as our bodies change. Accepting the Shifts With every passing season, my body tells a story: of youth, of strength, of exhaustion, of resilience,
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Today I thought back to when I was a kid, when my imagination was wild and free. Back then, I believed in endless possibilities. Nothing felt out of reach. It was all child’s play, and I trusted the magic of my own vision. Some of the things I experience today are manifestations of that little
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Day 23 is a far contrast to Day 1, where I returned to play. Though I’ve been an artist since birth, my educational background is in Information Technology. For years, I tried to distance myself from that past because I wanted to be seen only as an artist. However, I came full circle, for I
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Some days, the muse is alive and overflowing. Ideas pour out, the brush moves with ease, and words dance across the page. But then there are days like this, when the art is a blank canvas, and the words barely flow. I sit in front of the canvas, staring. I want to create, but inspiration
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Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life. There are many lessons I wish I had learned earlier in life. Some would have saved me time, others heartache, and many would have given me the confidence I needed when I was younger. Most of all, I wish I had learned the faith
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Day 20 taught me an important lesson: keep going, even if I miss a beat. There is no Day 19 in this journal. Oops, I missed a day. I don’t have any excuses. I had 24 hours to complete it, but life had other plans. Between my son’s soccer practice and last-minute work on a