Over the last few months, my schedule got in the way.
In the way of creativity.
In the way of taking pictures of my girls.
In the way of an expressive outlet.
And, when our hometown was a direct hit for Hurricane Irma on September 11, 2017, my schedule came to a screeching halt.
Nothing mattered but making a plan, packing up my family's most precious belongings and keeping my eyes glued to the local news station on TV to monitor Irma's every move as she came barreling towards my beloved city.
We spent the week preparing to leave for our family home in Georgia. But, with the threat of Irma tearing up the east coast of Florida and eventually landing directly where we were headed, plus most of Florida on both coasts evacuating and the threats of gas shortages, we held out and prepared at home to see which path she would take.
We kept the girls busy and prepared our home the best we could before our area was under a mandatory evacuation on the eve of Irma's landfall. Irma decided to shift west and head straight for our home. In a mad rush, we packed the girls, our dog and the most cherished pieces of our lives and headed north to Mike's family in Lakeland (about two hours north).
My heart broke as we left. I prayed over every one of our rooms in our home as we took pictures and video for insurance and quietly hid my tears as we pulled out of the driveway to not alert my babies. They were already dealing with the stress we had for the last week and they did so much to help keep my mind focused on taking care of them. My job was to do anything I could to keep them on a normal routine and removed from fear.
While we still expected to experience hurricane type weather in Lakeland, we were farther inland and on higher elevation. Ironically, Irma shifted east at the last minute, hitting inland about 15 miles from our home, resulting in very little damage for our neighborhood. Unfortunately, not everyone was quite so lucky.
The entire state of Florida experienced Irma in their own way. The stress, the lack of power, the exhaustion and unfortunately, the fear brought about by waiting for Irma's arrival.
In the aftermath, I found myself grateful for Irma's existence. Not for her catastrophic damage left behind, but for the sheer fact that there were lessons to be learned in every area of her presence.
For me? It was the nudge to get back on-track with my goals and mission in this world.
As a mom with a creative, entrepreneurial spirit, I dream of teaching other moms in my position ... hard-working and with a vision to change the world ... but not knowing where to start. Irma encouraged me to move forward, one step at a time, one decision at a time.
Which is why you're reading this blog post.
Irma got my booty in gear with finishing this website, uploading all of my long-over-due blog posts and ignited my composite fire once again where I'm dreaming of all the magical composites ready to pour into my Photoshop.
With a three week break from school while they assess the damages of Irma, I used that time to build what my heart has longed for for way too long.
I updated my website.
I became clear on my vision.
I created my first Photoshop composite in almost 6 months.
I spent time with my family - unplugged from social media.
And, most importantly? I launched out of the waiting and am moving forward on sharing my knowledge with the world.
Seems fitting for this composite with the girls, huh? The waiting is always the hardest part!
Tree Overhang 2: https://www.pixelsquid.com/stock-image/fall-tree-1015388217328801601