What a Difference a Year (or two) Makes

Lately, I've been thinking about a past blog post that I wrote. It must have been a couple of years ago. I remember it so vividly. The day that I sat down at the computer and spilled my emotions right there onto the keyboard. I remember the feeling I had . . . emptiness . . . lost . . . unfulfilled . . . alone.

I wrote it back in February of 2010.

You can click here to pull up the original post, if you'd like. Or, I can give you the shortened version of it right now.

My life back in February of 2010 was different than it is today. I was working close to full time for an healthcare auditing company. I was a stressed mom of a 3 year old toddler and 6 year old, juggling most of our family responsibilities while my dearest PG travels so often for his job. And while the latter hasn't changed much . . . everything else has. The name of the post is "Only in My Dreams". In it, I tell the story of a recent visit to the local Michael's Art & Craft Store. I wrote:

"While I was there, I found myself drawn to the paint aisle.

Years ago, I was an artist. An artist with oil paints, that is.

I used to CREATE paintings . . . but it has been years

since I have picked up a paint brush."

I wrote that it had been years since I picked up a paint brush. I can't even believe it. Even then, back in February of 2010, my soul was calling for it. I went on to further write:

"Isn't it funny how we forget to look into ourselves?

To look at what our soul really longs for and what will fill our spirit?"

My friends, I am so glad that I finally looked into myself and found my spirit.

What's most interesting, is that it has never really left me. It was still around me . . .  I just wasn't listening to it. But now, I'm on a new adventure. Oh, and the colors on this adventure . . . they are wonderful.

Thank you for going on this journey with me.