It’s 9:30 on 9/30, and as I turn 35 today, I am writing the first entry to this blog.
Although, the keyboard buttons press down with relative ease, the force behind this insignificant moment in time feels extraordinary.
Many lessons have been learned and much wisdom has been passed down to me throughout the many, many, many years. I fell, got back up. Fell down again, slowly crawled around, until I saw how I could get up without will and instead use something completely unique and different; purpose.
Wrapping my head around that word took me a long time. It doesn’t matter how I learned it-or how long it took.
All that matters is I’m writing now.
In spite of the heartbreak, the hellish seasons, and the bittersweet storms, my creative instinct sustained me.
It brought me nourishment and it provided shelter. I no longer am afraid of a blank page or a white screen.
Vision allows me to see more than my eyes ever could.
That sure does sound campy and cliché. I’m sorry that you may think that.
Truth is, the most sage advice about life and personal change isn’t stoic or transcendental, it really is just simple.
Let me show you what I mean…

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