Ever time I get a bit of press it feels like a big hug. It feels like a parent-figure telling me that they are proud of me and I did something special with my hands, time and energy. I have to admit that I am too embarrased to even read the articles written about me and I only glance at the images. It is not the words or the photographs that hold weight for me. It is the whisper that I am worthy and good enough and special enough that other people care about what I’ve done. That means more to me than anything.
(This is the same publisher as freshstyle magazine.)
Grateful & humbled.