238,309 Words 30x40

30x40 Acrylic/ Canvas/ Glitter/ Art Resin. Ready to hang.    As always, there will be no shortage of layers. Sometimes the change required to live in alignment with your highest potential feels like everything around you falling apart. At least that has been my experience. I started in March because don’t they always say that everything you want is on the other side of fear? Ugh.  And by June the truth of it all was too much so I gave up again for the tenth time in my life. It was pain, and feeling invisible, and like I was fucking crazy and making it all up and trying to figure out what was real that taught me how to articulate my writing, after all.  I will tell all of my secrets so that the women with the same secrets might someday feel like their voice is more important than their fear. Maybe someday it will be easier to see that the power of using the truth of voice is well beyond the silence of shame or regret. Or maybe I’ll just ruin my life - it’s a toss-up.  My first draft