For 7-Year-Old Christi

I owed it to my 7-year-old, dreamy-eyed-self to start this writing website- The girl who toted Ramona Quimby, Age 8 to the playground at recess and waxed poetic about how she was going to be a writer...literally, because I wrote poetry in my spare time.

Somewhere along the way she stopped writing, she stopped dreaming. She started listening to the unavoidable, loud voices of Comparison, Perfectionism, & Shame. But three and a half years ago I stopped listening. 

So here I am, terrified yet pumping myself up like a luchador in a wild outfit to share my addiction and in-process-redemption story – a story I’ve shared countless times on stage and face-to-face, but the internet feels different – like an arena against the sacred, you know?

I hope this small space continues to bud into a safe place for shame to blossom into freedom, however that looks in your life. Because you’re not alone; we’re not alone.

Thanks for being here 🌼