Bleeding Colors

When you paint with watercolors, colors don’t always act as they should - staying within the lines. With enough water, they bleed. Together. Outside the lines. Blurring edges. They follow an unseen path. This unpredictable nature brings about a beautiful image not possible if you seek to restrain each color to its place.

I find myself drawn to these types of images and even texts that leave room to question, wonder, and be. I have spent a lot of time with definitions. Now, I find myself at a stage where I don’t need more ways to define myself. I believe I am more phenomenon than rigid shape. I think we all are. We are tagged with labels: mom, wife, author, creative, introvert. Then with more: good, bad, crazy, young, old, fun, boring, cool, weird. The world attempts to reduce us to a mere list that can quickly be judged. While I certainly don’t have it all figured out, I know one thing for sure. I am no list. I refuse to live constrained. 

What I want more of is to live my life like the watercolors, like a phenomenon. A thing that can be controlled, but whose beauty is revealed by its wild, unpredictable nature. I want to live knowing that my life, rather than incite fear, ignites awe. I want to inspire – show all it’s possible to do it ‘my way’ so that they may find their way.

I want my colors to bleed together so that all can see that I am never only one thing or another, but that I am a colorful masterpiece of my own making – a phenomenon. 

What do you want my phenomenal friend?