Brushstrokes of New Beginning

<p>They say you can never go home again but what if home is the only place left where you might rediscover yourself? I didn't come back to Boulder for the mountains or the artisanal coffee-though they don't hurt. I came back because somewhere along the way I lost myself in the chaos of life and now I'm searching for the pieces. Theo Thompson with his tousled hair and paint-streaked fingers is more than just a distraction. He's the kind of creative chaos that makes me want to pick up a brush and face the canvas again even if it means confronting the doubts and fears I thought I left behind in New York. But with every stroke of color I realize that it's not just art I'm afraid of-it's what happens when you let someone in especially someone who sees you in ways you've forgotten how to see yourself. So here I am standing on the edge of something terrifyingly beautiful. My heart says to embrace the mess but my head keeps whispering: what if it's not enough? What if I'm not enough?</p>