Something interesting happened to me today…
“Are you an artist?” the lady at Kohl’s asked me.
I laughed and thanked her, but no, I’m not an artist.
I glanced down at my loose-fitting boyfriend jeans, my white tee that is older than at least two of my kids, and thrifted jacket. My mommy uniform – washable and comfy. Did I have paint on my clothes? Marker on my face?
“Are you sure you’re not an artist?”
Nope. I wish!
“Then what do you do?” she pressed as she rang up the leggings that I was buying on sale.
Reflexively, I almost went with my usual response: I’m just a mom… But for some reason, today I stopped.
Um, actually…I write. My voice was shaking because I’ve never once said that out loud to anyone.
“That’s the same thing, Girl! You’re an artist! I knew you were a creator – I could tell by your shoes!”
I glanced down at my feet – the only pop of color in my outfit today is the deep aqua of my TOMS wedges that I found on clearance last spring.
“Only an artist would pair those shoes with your outfit. It’s who you are! Be proud of it, Girl!”
I’m sure my face was flushed as I thanked her for making my day – but I should have thanked her for waking me up and confirming some things that I have been hearing and learning lately. As I shared with you before, I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I might wish to be a painter or songwriter or pastry chef or inspirational speaker, but that isn’t who I was made to be.
I could have worn so many other pairs of shoes today – Converse sneakers, flip-flops, running shoes, boots, and heels – but I didn’t. I chose these shoes, and that said something about me. A total stranger was able to pinpoint that I am an artist – just from the two seconds that it took me to pick out my shoes this morning. Who I am is oozing out of me, and I’m betting that it flows out of you, too…even when you don’t realize it.
I need to learn to not fight who I am, and not shove her into a dark corner to forget about that part of me. I’m not just a mom. I’m starting to see that I’m so much more than that…. and so are you! You’re more than a mom. You’re more than a wife, single mom, divorced, or grandmother. Are you, too, an artist? Are you a caretaker? Are you a dreamer? Are you a nurse and teacher to your little ones at home? Are you ambitious and go after what you want in life? Are you a loyal friend? Are you passionate about helping others?
I’m 33, and I’m weary from not knowing who I really am…but I’m learning and growing. Baby steps! Let’s start digging deeper together and discovering who we really were made to be. I can’t wait to continue on this journey alongside you!
Who are YOU, my friend? Does this resonate at all with you? I’d just love to hear all about it!
*Love and hugs*
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