It started with a girl.
A girl with all the boxes checked for failure – broken home, broken spirit. She was raised by a single mother who conceived unexpectedly and bore the burden of motherhood with a cold sense of duty. There was no joy in her heart for her daughter and this shattered the girl’s deep, tender heart.
Her future looked grim.
At fifteen the girl was sent away to a program in a third-world country that claimed to help troubled teens. She spent 28 months in a facility where she couldn’t speak, stand, or use the bathroom without permission. A facility surrounded by 10 foot walls, where every word and movement was closely regulated and monitored with no access to the outside world.
Once home, the girl’s mother asked her to leave though she still had a year of high school remaining. The girl obliged.
Though the odds were against her, she graduated.
In spite of the wounds of her youth she continued to search for love.
Eventually she found it.
Her joy was as bright as her
pain was deep.
Slowly, she opened her heart to trust that love was possible for her; that she deserved what everyone else seemed to possess so freely. She got married, had two beautiful children; life was sweet.
Then, the tides of her life turned again – she discovered her husband had been having an affair. With trembling hands she read messages exchanged between her husband and his lover. His disgust with her body hurt more than his infidelity.
But far worse, in that moment all the love she knew was a mirage.
Her parents turned their backs to her.
Her husband betrayed her.
Love denied her.
In spite of it all, she carried on.
As I’m sure you’ve deduced, that girl is me.
My life has been spent scraping at the edges of love. In the mess of it all I’ve found strength, but it has required a lot of time and reflection.
I’ve come to realize that in this world I am the one responsible for my heart, and in that truth I’ve recognized the importance of self care.
It was only after my divorce that I discovered
the golden rule applied to me too;
I needed to treat myself the way I
wanted to be treated.
I realized I had to advocate for myself.
I’m going to be honest, I lost myself after my divorce. My identity was so tightly wound in being a wife that I had to rebuild it from the ground up.
In that time when I should have leaned on my friends I dove inward. I didn’t want to share my darkest hour with the people I loved the most and what I needed more than anything was a way to nourish myself.
I couldn’t find that nourishment the way I needed so I decided to make it. Not just for myself but for every other person who feels weighed down in their life. For the tired souls who gives every ounce of themselves to others.
LUCKY STARS CREATIVE WAS CREATED TO MEET THE GROWING
NEED FOR CONVENIENT SELF CARE.
MY MISSION IS:
TO PROVIDE ACCESSIBLE WAYS FOR YOU TO GIVE
BACK TO YOURSELF AND THE WORLD AROUND YOU THROUGH ART, AFFIRMATIONS AND COMMUNITY.
TO ENCOURAGE, MOTIVATE, AND INSPIRE YOU TO BE THE BEST FOR YOURSELF AND THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU.
THIS IS HOW I HELP:
I create beautiful, one-of-a-kind watercoloring pages that you can
paint at home with the help of my step-by-step online classes.
Watercolor classes that you can do from home any time you’re available.
My art takes care of the technical details like shading, composition, and design so you can focus on having fun.
Color at home or invite a friend! Class videos are online so you can pause and rewind as much as you need.
Self-care give you more space to give to others – community challenges create easy ways to pay it forward.