I Want To Be More Than Just Me

I Want To Be More Than Just Me

I want to be a writer. I believe I would be a good one. Distractions come my way.  Ideas that are deposited in me are snuffed out. My memory fails  so I don’t remember the snippets that would make for a great story. My recorder is forgotten and the creative flow is dammed up. No matter what tries to stop me I will put words on paper until I accomplish what I set out to do.

I want to be an artist. My paintings are beautiful. Many have said so. Full of color and life that draws you in to become a part of the community. Then appears an old nemesis fear slithering in with the same old plan to steal, kill and destroy. For some strange reason I succumb to those old outdated tricks. All my creativity comes to a halt. I’m shut down and can’t deliver. I’m telling that voice to shut up and I’m arming myself with my paint brush, paint and canvas and going to war.

I want to be a musician. Music was built in me before I was born. It’s always playing in my ear. Sometimes songs I’ve heard. Other times songs that are being birthed. There are also personal songs that are between me and my Lord. When music starts dancing fills in my feet. Melodies circle me. How do I capture them and express them? I lift my voice and sing. I’ll dance with the broom while sweeping my floors. I’ll be the best pianist that ever tickled the ivory keys.

My goal is to conquer the fleeting moments of creativity and let the masterpieces flow from my being. I will express the ideas that come forth from the Throne room at the time they are to be released. I believe I can and I will.

I want to be more than just me. This is me!

Is there anything that is preventing the creativity in you from coming forth?

I Wish I Were

I wish I were one of the grown-ups I wanted to be when I was a kid dreaming of my future.

I dreamed of being an elementary school teacher. I loved little kids. I had the patience and desire. I also dreamed of owning a day care. That dream also connected me with little kids.

I wish I were an artist standing before a canvas and letting my creative juices flow. Making beautiful artwork that the person taking in the beauty be swept into their own I wish I were.

Instruments making music reverberate within me every since I was a child. My desire was to play the piano. I wish I were an excellent pianist that could make the keys dance beneath my fingertips to the melody of my choice and bring joy to the listening ear.

I wish I were free to be able to express myself through my writing that would help the reader see a clearer picture of themselves and not let anything stop them and having to one day think I wish I were.

I truly wish I were able to ignore the annoying voice that repeatedly haunted me with you can’t do this or that. I wish I were able to push past that and succeeded.