There is just something about a studio.  A clean, white space.  Everything is fresh.  Everything is new.  Blank.  This is the place where new things are born.  I walked into Marian’s studio this week, and some of the moments within the space stopped me in my tracks.  It is something, really.  How a change in scenery jolts inspiration in you.  How it can zing even the most dormant parts of your mind.

 

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I would tell you that all the times in my life where I dreamed of more, I was in a new place.  A change of scenery.  When I dreamed of becoming a “real” writer, when I dreamed of having children, when I dreamed of taking my little brand and blowing it up into something substantial.  When I dreamed of writing…again.  When I dreamed of working with other businesses and leaders in coaching them to help make their brands turn into something substantial.  When I dreamed of figuring out a way to tell my own story while honoring the people who have shared it with me.

What is it about a new place that does it to me?  Why does it move me so?  Maybe for one minute or for a few days, I step outside of myself.  Maybe it is the wonder in my eyes to digest something new…the doors to open possibilities seems to fly open. For everything.

I’m sitting on a porch, not particularly breathtaking, but beautiful all the same.  The wind is in my hair and the sun on my back.  The wind carries the scent of a toppled over basil plant, and the day that lays before me is…new.

 

 

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We do get to begin again.  We do get to dream again.  Once we decide to only try. 

Believe me, there was a time I didn’t believe it to be so.  If that’s you, I get it.  And it doesn’t matter if you believe it yet or not.  The universe and all the energy moving through this world believes in you.  God does.  I do.

I’ll believe for you and me for now.  And when the time comes again I need it, maybe you can believe for me.

I have to believe it.  I have to cling to the hope…of more.  Not believing it did me zero good.

Not believing it kept me right where I was.

Stuck.  Unmoving.

To believing in beginning again.  To new places.  To moving.  

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