age 31, before I was “an artist.” I am at my social work job, in my old
office that sure looks different from my current studio! What I
especially notice about this photo is that I am wearing the
only black shirt I ever owned and how hard I was trying to work the
“professional wear” that never felt right on me. I’m also wearing panty
hose because the hospital dress code was strict. I look older, unfamiliar to myself now. In fact, I barely recognize myself in this photo.
has changed and how far I’ve come since. I’m WILD and free compared to
this old version of me.
Looking back, how far have you come? Your story may not look like mine, but I’m certain you’ve traveled a long, meaningful distance too. Celebrate that journey!
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 their creativity, nourish their souls and build a thriving creative business.
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