An arty farty chucking paint around my room kind of day.
I even did some finger painting. Which is ridiculously good fun, and turns out some surprisingly good results. I highly recommend it.
I also spent some time going through my archive of blogs from the past 2 years. Yes, that's right, 2 flippin' years. How scary is that?
My blog celebrated its 2nd birthday on the 2nd Feb. Happy birthday blog!
And I've decided I should see it as a celebration, instead of what the black dog wants to turn it into, which is of course a failure....Ahhhh so easy to slip down that path, thinking of everything I still can't do. Argh. NO. NO.
I wrote these words last week, that seem to have turned into a little poem....so I thought I would share them with you.....
Once there was a hidden voice.
A voice that couldn't get out.
Trapped and lost.
Empty and despairing.
Empty and despairing.
The voice screamed.
No-one heard.
The voice was ready to die.
But hope had other plans.
But hope had other plans.
Slowly the voice began to reveal itself.
Step by step the voice got a little louder.
Step by step the voice got a little louder.
Braver.
Stronger.
Two years later that voice is heard in five continents.
Twenty countries.
Twenty countries.
Now that voice is mine.
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