And that I always would be.
Truth is- long ago made a sort of peace with that side knowing that being ‘creative’ was simply who I was. Even so, that doubt and insecurity and feeling of not being good enough does creep in with those creative waves. And so as I started writing this book- it stirred a lot of those emotions. I wear my heart on my sleeve- but then I put a cute coat on top too. 😉
So I thought back to where that style might have began- when I really first started to recognize what I loved and I started to connect the dots.
My craving to make a house a home and why I loved getting lost in that make believe world.
Those things inspired much of what I love today, who I am today and that day dreaming world that I love to create and capture when looking through my camera lens even now.
It was all there and it all made sense- even if it was more ‘creative’ or imagined than real sometimes.
What if she read it and thought I wasn’t interesting enough? What if the publisher didn’t like what they saw?
Because here is the thing.
The drawers in the kitchen that drop are some of my favorite things.
The old door knob with the dent from 60 years ago- I cannot imagine replacing with a brand new one.
And that is where I find what IS perfection to me. So why am I so hard on myself then for being imperfect?
With memories. With inspiration. And I wrote and wrote. And wrote.
and what makes my heart soar and brings a smile to my face-
perfect or not.
It was a lot of work, a lot of doubting and a lot of dreaming… and a lot of gratefulness. It is a dream come true to hold this in my hands.