It is amazing to me that at times I still doubt my creativity. The quickening of my heart, the sudden catching of my breath in the back of my throat......Am I really creative? Can I do this? Some days it seems bigger than me. And then it becomes clear in those quiet moments that yes, this is what I was meant to do. If not for anyone but myself. The process sets me free. It's a mending of my soul. When I create, I can breathe a little easier, cry a little harder and laugh a little louder. The finished piece allows me to see a deeper part of myself. If I think about it, the doubt is really part of the process as well. It reminds me that I can be vulnerable an open with myself. And in the end it all comes together.