Don’t Be Afraid To Start Over

It’s a good day when you’re covered in paint. I have had the urge to create a piece for a new friend. Kindred spirits don’t come along often. This piece is on wood hand burned and then painted. I struggle to find a balance to stain the wood more than complete coverage. I had a whole other end piece decided it was wrong and I washed and scrubbed it off and started back at square one.

I am so glad I started over. I hated the way it looked the first time and I had spent hours on it, but just because you spend a lot of time making a mistake, doesn’t mean you have to keep it that way. You can always try again, and that goes for our lives as well. From relationships to paintings to everything in between. Just because you have spent years pouring yourself into a relationship doesn’t mean you have to stay in it when it is toxic or abusive or maybe you just aren’t happy anymore.

Maybe you have spent years at the same company working hard for them, but you aren’t moving up the way you should be or maybe you are unhappy, unfulfilled. Just because you have invested all of that time doesn’t mean you have to keep staying. You are allowed to move on and do something else, try something new. Things might not always end up the way you originally planned, sometimes they turn out better.

In case you were waiting for permission from someone to try something new or do something just for fun, let me give it to you. Go for it. You deserve it. You are allowed to be happy. You are allowed to have fun. You are allowed and capable of chasing your dreams. Paint the painting, take the trip. Write the book, do standup. Whatever it is, do it because those tiny fires don’t burn in your soul for nothing. It’s the closest thing you will get to a map to your purpose and passion. Life doesn’t come with instructions, but it does come with hints.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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