Going back one decade and some years ago I was a budding little artist. It seemed like everyone liked my drawings and other art work. I wanted to be an artist of some sort when I grew up. My up bringing was rich with all types of art, so it was the natural choice. But after sometime I felt like I kept drawing the same things over and over again and became bored with drawing. By that time I was 14 years old. So I took a break from drawing, arts and crafts. but for years after that, every now and then, I would try drawing something but just couldn't find the motivation or inspiration. Artist's Block, is what I had. But I needed a creative outlet for my emotions. So I turned to poetry.
There was a time (around 14-15 years old) I decided that I wanted to focus heavily on writing since it had been a struggle for me since elementary school. So I thought it would be good to start reading the Dictionary and Thesaurus so that I could expand my vocabulary to make my writing more interesting and captivating. In doing that, I became very fond of reading. There would be days that I'd be so entertained reading, I'd be gone for hours reading, lol. There was never a shortage of books in our house. I learned a lot, about how to write, just from reading! Which really got me inspired. And I just want to say, Thank you to both my parents for always encouraging me and my sibs in our studies and interests, and supporting us.
Around 15, I got in to activism and going to rallies for justice and peace. When I was 17, I even gave a small speech and preformed a poem at a rally at The Colorado State Capitol once. At that point in my life, I thought I had found myself and what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. But I soon came to find out, there was much more left in my journey.
Years seemed to fly by after marriage and kids. After that I felt like time had run away with me. I looked back at the times that I was known for being an artist, a poet, and wondered, "why did I ever stop?" "Why am I so uninspired?" "Where do I go from here?"
When I went to the Caribbean back in 2012, I reconnect with myself in so many ways. And when I came back, with henna cones in hand, My Artist's Block was lifted! Alhamdulillah (All thanks and praise is due to God). Something that seemed as if it were lost forever, was brought back to me. I can not thank Allah (God) enough.
I've learned that what I do today, may not be what I will do tomorrow or for the rest of my life. But all those things help, to make up, who I am and who I will be. As long as I am alive, my journey in this life will continue. There will be times when I am up and times that I am down, but I just hope that Allah (God) will make my journey end in a place of happiness, joy and peace inshAllah (God willing)
Thanks for reading.