I was born in Detroit in the late 1950s. One of my earliest recollections is that I wasn’t a very good student in elementary school.
Hence…
THE DREADED REPORT CARD
“Back in the day,” I dreaded bringing home my report card. It was printed on an off-white sheet of paper and handed to you by your homeroom teacher. You carried it home, presented it to your parents, and stood silently while they opened it and reviewed your grades.
In my household, you didn’t want to come home with a bunch of C’s or D’s.
I remember one particular semester when I brought home my report card knowing there were some low scores on it, and I dreaded the consequences.
But then I noticed something else.
There was a gold star next to my Art grade.
Even more significant, my Art teacher had handwritten a note to my parents encouraging them to foster and develop my artistic abilities. That was unusual, and meaningful. My teacher had recognized something in me that I hadn’t yet learned to recognize in myself.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t encouraged. Instead, I was verbally discouraged from pursuing the one area where I was beginning to show promise.
I understand why now. My other grades weren’t “up to par,” so Art was viewed as something without a viable future.
Ironically, I eventually became an academically honored student throughout my college years.
But that report card, and especially that little gold star in Art, never left me.
Somehow, the memory of being scolded over academic grades while simultaneously being encouraged by a teacher who recognized an artistic gift left a mark deep within my subconscious. Years later, as an adult, I began to understand just how significant that moment had been.
The gold star never died.
What had always been a part of me simply needed permission to emerge.
Like a seed planted beneath the soil, something within me had been dormant. It had been planted, watered, and waiting. Eventually, it began breaking through the ground toward the air and sunshine.
THE VOICE
Art is a vehicle for self-expression, a personal voice that is uniquely your own, especially when you aren't trying to be validated by becoming a “copycat” or a “wannabe” version of someone else.
Through my own life experience, I discovered that there may be other voices within us trying to get out.
Some of those voices had been limited. Perhaps, as someone once suggested to me, a “lid” had been placed over me, a ceiling that needed to be shattered.
That process of breaking through began to take shape when I was invited to contribute to two major publishing projects. Eventually, those opportunities led me to write my first book, Recovering the Soul, available on Amazon.
Today, my journey of self-discovery continues.
Through this site, I’m celebrating the many voices of self-expression that have emerged throughout my life: Writer. Speaker. Mentor. Sculptor.
And perhaps most importantly, I want to encourage you through my story and my voice.
A simple wristband someone once gave me said it all:
“Why Blend In?”
What a beautiful, simple, and unique gift.
Those three words spoke deeply to my heart, and perhaps they speak to yours as well.
WHY BLEND IN?
No one can do you like you.
So, ask yourself: Why blend in when I have something to say?
Why blend in when I have something to contribute to the conversation?
Why blend in when I have a story to tell, a story that might engage, inspire, encourage, or even transform someone?
Perhaps your story communicates something the world desperately needs: goodness, hope, beauty, and love.
We live in a world increasingly filled with look-alikes, copycats, and shallow conversations.
So go ahead; Stand out.
Have the courage to become who you were created to be.
As someone wisely said: “Be who you are. Everyone else is taken.”
So, I’ll ask you the same question that has continued to challenge and inspire me: Why Blend In?
No one can do you like you.
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