As a young girl, there was always something I was creating, whether it was ideas, pictures and stories in my mind, or real life things, like art, costumes and performances. I had the best companions any dreamer and creator could want in my two younger siblings. They were always willing to participate in any scheme or project I envisioned, and somehow never seemed to tire of my seemingly endless ideas.

As you do, you grow up, and somehow along the way I seemed to lose faith in the belief that this creativity was actually a part of who I was made to be. That these passions and abilities were actually gifts given to me, for a purpose and a life and a future, and they were not things to throw away or give up hope on.

I believe a lot of people may relate to this. There are so many wonderful gifts, abilities, talents and passions that we each have been given, and sometimes the most important thing is just to believe that. That we are each unique and wonderfully made, and there is a meaning and a purpose for your life, maybe even greater than you can think.