i’ve been in deep practice over here these last couple of days. actually, these last several weeks. i don’t want to share all the details here, so i’ll just say that it’s been a long time since i’ve been pushed this way, forcing me to practice calm, stress management, and friendly communication. part of me wants to scream. another piece of me wants to give up. and another piece deeply wants to be validated. in between extreme frustration, i’m struggling to shift my perspective to knowing it will all work out if i can learn to let it go, give up my expectations and carry on. this is where the practice comes in. lots and lots of practice. because in the end, this has all been one giant lesson on giving up control, trusting the process, and learning to be more flexible. i know, i know. but i still feel hurt, wronged, frustrated. back to practicing….
so for all of you who are struggling alongside me this week, here’s one big heart rock from me to you. and it’s in the hand of john, my biggest supporter, my personal love rock, my favorite friend who has generously put up with me through all the practicing 🙂
big hugs…..we can do it, peeps!

Hi, I'm Kelly Rae Roberts!

Before I picked up my first paintbrush at the age of 30, I was a medical social worker. I followed my whispers and started playing with paint and everything changed.

Now I’m a full-time artist, author and Possibilitarian, who helps women explore and nourish their creative souls.

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