claiming your author identity

I love this so much. 

“My favorite author, other than myself, is Judy Blume.” 

If you were to claim that fully, with the purity of heart of a nine-year-old, what would open up in your creative life? 

If you took up space with this level of ownership - with innocence and without arrogance - how would that shift the way you approach the page?

A few weeks ago my friend Tam was riding with me while I picked up my kids from school. When we got my four-year-old daughter from daycare and buckled her into her carseat, Tam said, “There are so many art supplies in the backseat! Are those yours, or your brother’s?”

And my daughter said, “I’M the artist.” 

At four years old, she knows who she is. 

As a parent, it’s my job to protect that knowing. To give it the space to flourish. 

If you did not have that parental protection around your creativity, first know that you are not alone. Second, know that you can reparent yourself now, as an adult, to establish that level of creative safety for yourself. 

You get to have the same assurance that my four-year-old has, that the nine-year-old has. 

No one is stopping you. 

The limit is the sky.