Just wanted to let you know that you inspire me to be a better me. To not be afraid to follow my dreams. To push the limit. To learn to love myself for who I am…to try..to fall…and then pick myself back up. Before I found your site, my thoughts were, “I can’t..what if I fail?” And now I’m seeing that sometimes failing is part of the process, and it’s opening up all sorts of doors for me.
Thank you for for inspiring me.
Oh, I think you’re write. We get to live and give as though we love the great, great, great, great, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews that we’ll never meet. That’s where the love goes.
a line on your page reminded me an artist friend of mine. his thoughts for a new series have been simmering for quite a few months now: what happens to our memories when we die? that huge collection of highs, lows, epiphanies, heartbreaks and love that make up the story of our lives… in a way, the memory is just as “real” as the experience, just in a different setting. so where do they go after we’re no longer holding on to them? can they exist without us?
Yes!!!
Your post had me nodding my head saying yes.
These thoughts run through my mind as well.
Love seeing your handwriting…it is bursting with your personality.
Just wanted to let you know that you inspire me to be a better me. To not be afraid to follow my dreams. To push the limit. To learn to love myself for who I am…to try..to fall…and then pick myself back up. Before I found your site, my thoughts were, “I can’t..what if I fail?” And now I’m seeing that sometimes failing is part of the process, and it’s opening up all sorts of doors for me.
Thank you for for inspiring me.
Oh, I think you’re write. We get to live and give as though we love the great, great, great, great, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews that we’ll never meet. That’s where the love goes.
wow. profound:)
also seeing your handwriting made me smile. i have your note on my board at my desk as inspiration:)
a line on your page reminded me an artist friend of mine. his thoughts for a new series have been simmering for quite a few months now: what happens to our memories when we die? that huge collection of highs, lows, epiphanies, heartbreaks and love that make up the story of our lives… in a way, the memory is just as “real” as the experience, just in a different setting. so where do they go after we’re no longer holding on to them? can they exist without us?
i like to believe so too…
i love this post–straight out of your journal…in your handwriting…fresh and raw and real and imperfect…
Yes!!!
Your post had me nodding my head saying yes.
These thoughts run through my mind as well.
Love seeing your handwriting…it is bursting with your personality.
“Will this inspire those around us, who inturn inspire their own circle and so on…Yes, absolutely yes!
And you are an inspiriation.