9 days left in August, I feel like this month is just flying by! So much work done, so much to do. I truly feel at my creative best now, the most this year. The surge and fullness of summer is in me, alongside impending anticipation of fall.

So may changes happened this year. I really don’t know where to start. To begin, I’m at least feeling like a grown woman. It’s a bit sad, to be 37 and just now feeling like grown folk, but at least the long masquerade of adulthood is over. There is that. In part what took so long was coming to the understanding that I could be the type of woman I longed to be; I didn’t have to take on or settle for anyone else’s ideas of what a grown woman was like. I could decide and choose that for myself.

A big part of that is claiming the creative life I want to be part of. I’ve always been creative my entire adult life with my writing, but it took me a long time to claim that I lived and breathed creatively in most aspects of my life. I create when I sing. I create when I exercise. I create when I sew. I create when I parent. I create with my husband. I create when I cook. I create with my homemaking. I create when I garden. I create in my spirituality. My whole life and being is an expression of creativity.

Claiming that has freed me in so many ways. It’s taken shackles off my work I did not even know were there. I must say I wish I had come to this realization sooner, but I am glad I came to it right on time.

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