Something amazing happened…

in the two hours that I was left at my apartment by myself, something truly amazing happened. For those two hours I could collect my thoughts, breathe and let go. 

Creativity was leaking from every single pore of my body and I loved it.

I haven’t sang in so long. It was so freeing. I honestly missed it. I guess I hadn’t sang in a while since she passed. I have sang, but not for myself- more so for other people or for events, but not for me. It was freeing and I miss it. 

It all started with a simple doodle. A doodle turned into a word. Then the word became words and then those became lyrics. Now all I need is a rhythm/beat and I have a song. 

But then from that doodle, I also tapped into the part of me that wants to finish so many painting projects that I have yet to complete, start, dream up or construct.

It was something I needed. I feel like it was the deepest breath I’ve taken in a really long time. thank you.