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My daughter provided me with a huge boost of inspiration this morning. When she was about 4 I posted on the blog a story she'd written. It was about 10 words and involved her getting bothered by her brother. This morning at the ripe age of 5 and a half she wrote a story that actually had a strong beginning, middle and end. She used one of her favorite book characters (Olivia the pig) and her friend Nolan. It started with them playing at the playground. She detailed what they were doing and that they were having fun. Then they started for home when oh no they realized that Olivia's mom had left the house and they had no way to get inside. They decided to look all around for the key when one of them suddenly spotted a corner of the key peeking out from under the door. The day was saved and they let themselves in. It really brought tears to me eyes because a) she's my daughter and that story was flippin brilliant. b) because I've been so discouraged about not moving forward in my own writing that I'd forgotten what it was like just to write a story because you liked it and it didn't matter if anyone else liked it. This has seemed to be the message the universe has been sending me this week. That I have to learn to not be bothered by what other people may think of me. The only place I need to look for the affirmation that I'm okay is from within myself. Today it took my 5 year old to help reinforce that lesson for me. I'm a work in progress as we all are. Until next time, be kind to each other and yourselves!!!
