Where do I find my beginning?

Years ago, someone once admitted to me that if they didn't create the music they heard inside their head, that they felt as if they would turn crazy; that they would just burst.  At the time, I thought that was absurd. I now realize that even though my creative outlet was limited, I was still creating. I was still doing. I couldn't relate.

Today paints a different picture. I'm in the midst of combustion. I can see it all around me... A piece here, a piece there. Something has happening here and it's because I don't create. My hands are tied. This took years of work.. A blow out like this. I've lost my self inside myself. Here's to getting me back.

An introduction of sorts.

I'll start of with this, I read a lot of blogs.  I've been entertaining the thought of writing my own blog for quite some time now, years even.  Though, I've got to admit, writing my own feels so unnatural and, in a small way, forced.  I feel I shouldn't get too personal, but that's not fun for anyone.  Getting personal means breaking down walls and I'm not sure I'm ready for that.  I don't know what else to say about that.  Just that, that's what it is.  That, that, that... I can say, however, that if you're interested in Jesus, interior design, art, photography, clothing, food, making things, (my) kids, and making things for (my) kids, you will feel at home.  That's all, for now.

Deebs

Hi.

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