“One’s options in this world are as vast as the horizon, which is technically a circle and thus infinitely broad. Yet we must choose each step we take with utmost caution, for the footprints we leave behind are as important as the path we will follow. They’re part of the same journey — our story.”
― Lori R. Lopez,
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**This is the 1st post in my creative self portrait series, which I felt would be fitting to start on my 35th birthday today.**
The pic above was taken on a stressful day for me. I stumbled upon this farm and had to pull over. Once I started taking pics (looking like a weirdo of course) I became so engulfed with what I was doing, I was able to rest my mind, putting my stresses on the backburner. I was so thankful for this moment, one that I was able to relax, reflect, & enjoy the simple things (whether its a moment, thing, person, or feeling) that each of our lives hold. In those simple things, comes the greatest beauty. My intention for this project is to make my own visual journal highlighting the beauty in our journey.
Today is a great day already and it is almost 10:30 in the morning. Not only is it my daughter’s 5th birthday (my baby-my 5th child) but I was a guest poster on a really amazing and inspirational site. Below is a little of my post and there is a link to the rest. Take a second and check it out. I am just so excited I got a chance to do this, especially since I am a new blogger. Thank you again Barbie.
Prepared For My Life Today
by Sarah @ Embracing The Seasons
First I would like to thank Barbie for giving me this chance to contribute to her inspiring site. Thank you.
My life up until my mid-twenties was hectic, drama-filled, and stressful — very stressful at times. As long as I can remember, things were always rough for me. I didn’t have a normal childhood with loving parents that were proud and supportive. My home wasn’t as joy-filled as I had wished. There were happy times but it was scattered throughout my childhood-early adult. I was raised with a single dad and my sister. Because of this I felt lonely and isolated. No one had a house like mine, so no one could truly understand me, really.
The hectic, drama, and stresses of my childhood followed me into my teens and early adulthood. In my teen years, I ran away and ended up in a foster home. From there I went on to be a really rebellious teen. I did what I wanted when I wanted and no one cared. By the time I was a mother of 3, I ended up living in a homeless shelter because of my “nothing will happen to me” mentality, and I was 23 years old. I secretly prayed a lot during those years, thinking God wasn’t listening, but hoped He was, even though my hope was fading. All until the day I realized my prayers had already been answered.
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