sometimes a good cry is 100% necessary. for release. for room. for more heart spaces. for something to be born. or maybe for disappointment, or confusion or restlessness or overwhelm. i notice that whenever i’m transitioning into something more or deeper, i have a good cry and it helps me pave the way out. or into. or through. it’s just how it goes. lately, in between all the celebrations and movement and deadlines, i worry that i’m not feeling it all fully. so when the tears arrive, i’m a bit relieved: ok, i’m still just a girl finding her way. who sometimes feels homesick for her friends. who still has no idea what she’s doing. who is in awe of how it’s all unfolding. who can’t keep up. who desperately wants to feel every inch of it as it’s happening. who worries that she’s not being a very good friend, sister, daughter, or wife because we can’t do it all.
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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