​I know, because for a while I stopped believing I was one. 

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I was a creative child (like we all were)— always drawing, imagining, expressing. But somewhere in adolescence, surrounded by classmates who felt so much more talented, I started comparing. The pressure to create something perfect became louder than the joy of creating at all.

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So I stopped.

 

For years, I didn't make art. I told myself I wasn't really an artist — that I didn't have the right to that title.

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It wasn't until I was going through a difficult season of my own that I discovered art journaling. For the first time, I had a place where nothing had to be good — where I could create without knowing what would come of it. That was its own kind of courage, and it became the foundation for the process I now guide my clients through.

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I share this because I'm not asking you to do anything I haven't done myself.

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And honestly? My favorite clients are the ones who come in convinced they aren't creative.

What I've learned — from my own life and from years of this work — is that creativity was never about talent. It was shut down by comparison and perfectionism. It's still in there. I've never met a woman who couldn't find it again.

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You don't have to be an artist to walk through my door. You just have to be a little curious.

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