This photo from Pinterest put a smile on my face.
When I was little, we didn’t have air conditioning in my home. Instead we had a giant square fan that roared as it blew air (mostly hot air) throughout the first floor of our home. My sister, Weez, and I used to sit in front of it and let the sounds of our voices shine through it. They’d reverberate back to us with a distinctly robotic sound which made us giggle.
As Spring begins to sweep the country, it’s time to think about looking back into our beginnings. It’s time to think about what really delights us, what makes us feel alive in the simplest and purest form. It’s time to get back to our roots because everything else we value in our lives today comes from that humble start when we were a blank slate, when life was a white canvas just waiting for color. Make sure you’re still the artist you set out to be.
Christa Avampato 