I often laugh telling others that I can be found chasing squirrels.

I can be free spirited in a lot of ways, seeking out spontaneous adventures. I have so many ideas stirring in my mind of what to create, paint, bake or fun experiences to have with family and friends.

Sitting here on the back deck watching the storm clouds roll in and I hear the rumbling of thunder. 

I ponder. 

The temperature is in the high 80’s and the sun is warm with birds chirping all around. The smell of sweet bbq lingers as our neighbors are grasping for some kind of normalcy to celebrate

It can stare you down waiting to be marked on.

Fear.

Doubt.

Perfectionism.

It all starts to creep in to the point that the blank canvas in front of you remains blank, empty and without vision.