Those words used to flow out of my so easily as a child. I loved to draw, paint, colour, cross-stitch - all things creative. My grandmother would tell me over and over, I was destined to be an artist. In those days of innocent childhood, I believed her with all my heart.
But somewhere along the line, those words stopped ringing true. I stopped believing them, even when they did come out. Eventually, those words were silenced and I turned to a path that lead me into the world of science, math and eventually engineering. Over the course of 20 years, if I held a pencil it was because I was assigned a very practical task. Rarely did I pick up a pencil or paintbrush with the intent of creating something beautiful. Even if I had the time, I lacked the confidence.
Then one fine day, that changed.
My journey has been marked with a lot of discouragement and fear of failure. Whose hasn't? I am thankful to be able to say I've worked through a lot of it and have finally come to a place of being able to find joy in being a beginner. With the help of some amazing people in my life, I am finally ready to put this out there:
"My name is Julie Lee and I am an artist."
Yes, I am.