March 4, 2019

This life: it can be beautiful, and terrifying, and a million things in between. And I just hope you know that even then, this is still a daily opportunity to look for Light in everything. And this doesn’t mean that everything that ‘comes to light’ will make everything make sense, but it does mean that within the Light, you will find hope. You will find love. You will find peace that goes beyond understanding. So take heart. This world can be too much. But even then, you are free to hope that Light will cast out the most persistent shadows.

This life: it can be beautiful, and terrifying, and a million things in between. And I just hope you know that even then, this is still a daily opportunity to look for Light in everything. And this doesn’t mean that everything that ‘comes to light’ will make everything make sense, but it does mean that within the Light, you will find hope. You will find love. You will find peace that goes beyond understanding. So take heart. This world can be too much. But even then, you are free to hope that Light will cast out the most persistent shadows.

Your life has not been wasted. Even though you cannot go back in time and try to change who or what you invested time into, you are still growing in the way you are meant to. Even here, there is till more to you.

Your life has not been wasted. Even though you cannot go back in time and try to change who or what you invested time into, you are still growing in the way you are meant to. Even here, there is till more to you.

This is for The Creative. For the one who wonders if what she “has to offer” is good enough. I wrote this in hopes to encourage her that what she makes should be less about what’s perfect for the market, or for her Instagram feed, and much more about what’s beautiful, and honest, and comes from the depths of her.  I truly believe when we start at that place we are able to make the kind of work that matters no matter how “successful” it is. Every time I sit down to write or paint, I try to imagine that I am five years old again. Five year old Morgan didn’t know about Instagram. She didn’t even know about the internet. All she knew was that when she was given a notebook and colored pencils, it was time to make something. It was time to fill the page without worrying about the outcome.  Dearest Creative, I hope that today is the kind of day you can create in this way. I hope you can approach the page like you’re five years old again. Even if turns into a more “serious” grownup project later, I hope the heart of it is true to you, and what your heart is longing to say.

This is for The Creative. For the one who wonders if what she “has to offer” is good enough. I wrote this in hopes to encourage her that what she makes should be less about what’s perfect for the market, or for her Instagram feed, and much more about what’s beautiful, and honest, and comes from the depths of her.

I truly believe when we start at that place we are able to make the kind of work that matters no matter how “successful” it is. Every time I sit down to write or paint, I try to imagine that I am five years old again. Five year old Morgan didn’t know about Instagram. She didn’t even know about the internet. All she knew was that when she was given a notebook and colored pencils, it was time to make something. It was time to fill the page without worrying about the outcome.

Dearest Creative, I hope that today is the kind of day you can create in this way. I hope you can approach the page like you’re five years old again. Even if turns into a more “serious” grownup project later, I hope the heart of it is true to you, and what your heart is longing to say.

Remember the five-year-old you. The ten-year-old you. Whatever age or stage of life where you were following your curiosity with a paint brush, or with a guitar, or decorating your room, without worrying about the outcome. Even if it was only for a season, remember that time, and do what you can to get back to that place.

Remember the five-year-old you. The ten-year-old you. Whatever age or stage of life where you were following your curiosity with a paint brush, or with a guitar, or decorating your room, without worrying about the outcome. Even if it was only for a season, remember that time, and do what you can to get back to that place.

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