To the ones that love me:

You keep me going.

When my little world is very dark, you make the shadows thinner. And then you show me just how un-little my world truly is.

You make me want to keep going. You make me want to pick up another pen or camera or brush, you make me want to sing. Do you know how important you are to me? How much of you is in everything I create? You are the brushstrokes, the words, and the melody.

I may never be recognized, I may never be published, I may never be more than what I am today. And it’s a fact that I will never be the best at anything I do. But I am the best at being me. Thank you for thinking that’s enough. Thank you for believing in me. You are treasure unparalleled.

And I am a rich woman.