When I was a young girl my calling to create presented itself in the art of drawing lines and shapes with my body. Years of daily practice; perfecting precision; moving to soft, classical notes - I was totally hooked on ballet.
The years of training somehow paid off for those fleeting magical moments on stage. When you captivate the audience in a fantasy; feel their breath pause as you command their gaze across the stage. Listening; hoping for that time bending silence before the applause. My love for ballet was visceral. For many years it was my raison d'etre.
That life came to an abrupt end whilst at Ballet boarding school. At the age of 14 it was made very clear my post pubity body wouldn’t make it and that I was to return to academics. My confidence - crushed, I resorted to the textbook teenage rebellion of drinking, skipping class, smoking in bushes - you know the drill.
Within a few months I was shipped off to boarding school in South Africa where I saw my parents 3 or 4 times a year. My late teenage years seemed to jump from one catastrophe to another, as my spark dwindled; my light dim, and my self belief bank- exhausted.
After the emotionally turbulent years of my early twenties, a scare in hospital woke me up. It shook me so hard, some buried gold coins of self belief fell out. I decided in that moment I wouldn’t waste these precious last coins and so I deposited them in my future to create again.
It really is thanks to you guys following me on this journey that I have once again found my raison d'etre. My calling has always been to create and to add beauty to this world, it just took me a while to find out how.
Recently (admittedly with the help of therapy) I connected with something amazing - I realised that I create lasting beauty for my clients, that not only tell a story of who they are but also how far I’ve come.