And I begin, again.

For the last few months, I have been quietly struggling with a question that, I suspect, we have all asked ourselves at one point. What motivates me? 
I thought that money was a pretty damn good motivator but that didn't make me want to go to work. 
What about status and prestige? The possibility of a fancy house and a boat? Didn't get me going.

When I took a long hard look at myself and my experiences over the past few years, it wasn't the money that made me work hard. It was the possibility of making a difference; of adding a little happiness and beauty into the world.


I remember the single mom that I sold a car to, who cried with joy. That was a moment worth remembering.  


So now the moment has come to help myself and to stop denying who I really am. I am an artist. As impractical as that may be, that is who I am.
I am a singer, storyteller, designer, painter, decorator, problem-solver, and an idea woman. I am excited to learn and grow and begin again. That's not to say that I'm not scared. I am. But that's how I know that I am on the right path. I feel more inspired than I have in years.


Is it time for you to take a chance, too?