Who am I? Well, let first start with the obvious. I am a 40-year-old mother of 3 who loves life and desires to live it to the fullest. Photography has always been a hobby…a passion for me and several months ago I decided to start my own photography business and so far I’m loving every minute of it!!!
If you’re wondering about my title…”Sherri’s Red Crayon Blog”, well, that’s kind of interesting story. I have been on a quest to find my place in life without inhibition, this has been a very enlightening experience however, it has also been very difficult.
A couple of months ago, I was talking to my therapist about my struggles to find my own voice. I was concerned that I all too often give up myself and the things that are important to me and was, and still am looking for the answer to that question. I was explaining to her that during my childhood, I felt that my true spirit had to be supressed but that I never truly let go of it. During our conversation it came up that when I was 5 years old, my father had recently married my step-mother, and as my sister and I were upstairs playing, I for some “unexplainable” reason, felt compelled to color on her white carpet with a red crayon. I won’t go into details of how much trouble I got in, but lets just say I never did it again! I told my therapist that I didn’t know why I did it, because it wasn’t really my character.
Later, as I was saying goodbye, I was excited to get into my car and drive because it was such a beautiful day. I explained to her that I had recently gotten a new car, a convertible in fact. I went on to say how much fun it was to drive in, it made me feel so alive and in touch with myself! She asked me what color my new convertible was, and I replied…”Red”. She just looked at me and said…”Aaaaah, That’s your red crayon!!!”
So, I named my blog Sherri’s Red Crayon. When I was coloring on my stepmother’s beautiful white carpet I was letting her know that I was there! That I will always be there trying to express myself. Raising my red crayon shouting…”I will be seen!” M y red convertible is the same concept. I am alive, I am free, and when I am in that car, there is nothing I can’t do! Well, in my mind anyway. But I guess that’s all that matters isn’t it? This blog is just an extension of that. There are some who don’t want to hear what I have to say, but I have learned that I can’t worry about that. They don’t have to listen! But, there are also some who do. No matter what, I will always stay true to myself, stay authentic, and with this red crayon…I hope to leave a mark!!
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