Finding my voice

You have reached my blog - don't know what I'm doing yet - just working on finding my voice!

I think I was eight years old when this picture was taken. That was 30 years ago. I used to hate this picture. My freckles, my buck teeth, my red hair. I look at it now and all I see are my two children in this picture. My son with the same eyes and the same hair. My daughter with the same nose and same chin. I see a mix of everything that I have become and have been in this one picture. The sweater, I'm sure, was made by someone special. the smile is genuine. The silent laugh behind the eyes says I know something you don't know. The innocence of being eight. I started journaling when I was eight. I remember getting my first diary and just writing away all my troubles and cares... This will be my voice.... to get back to the basics of who I am and what I am about. Finding my inside voice.... through 30 years of life.