Once upon a time…
…there was a magical and happy little girl called Jenny, who lived in an enchanting, sleepy little village lost deep in the English countryside, with her Mum, Dad and three little brothers.
When she was small she loved to bounce on trampolines (she felt so limitless and freeeeee!), read endless stories, make perfume from rose petals, collect inspiring words and quotations, and transform her bedroom into a beautiful space, frequently jumping up out of bed in the middle of the night to push and haul the furniture around when inspiration struck.
She was a determined little soul.
She was also a sweet and caring child, full of joy, hope, love and trust for the world, and sure in her conviction of life’s essential good-ness.
As she got older, all she wanted to do was travel and see the world that she had read about in her beloved books, and learn about cultures and ways of life different from her own. So she got a degree in English and World Religions, and a TEFL certificate to teach English as a Foreign Language, and off she went to explore the world, have adventures, and collect amazing experiences.
After several years she realised her priorities and values had shifted. She was ready to settle down. She had got away from what made her truly fulfilled:
Creating beautiful things and helping people in some way.
She thought for a while about becoming a social or elderly care worker, but these paths, although worthwhile and enriching, felt a bit too heavy and joyless for the free spirit she knew herself to be.
She wished and dreamed she could be an artist or maker of some form, and spark in others the joy and inspiration that she herself so often felt.
She told herself it wasn’t realistic or responsible, that she didn’t have enough talent, or formal training, and that it wasn’t a worthy or serious thing to do.
It was frivolous, unintellectual, unimportant, wishy-washy and insubstantial.
Besides, who was she to inspire others to feel good about themselves and their lives? Her own life was far from perfect, and she certainly didn’t feel happy every minute of every day.
She talked herself out of it for a long time, and instead focused her creative energies elsewhere – making things for her upcoming wedding, creating a beautiful interior space with her new fiancé, and teaching English to immigrants and asylum seekers in the UK, which at least contributed to the feeling that her life had some meaning.
Then, after her beautiful first child chose her to be his mother, and decided his time had come to be born into the world, she realised that in order to feel absolutely and truly herself she needed to be creating every day.
With her baby cooing in his cot beside her she started playing and experimenting with collage and mixed media.
The only other time she had had such a feeling of complete and utter right-ness was when she had met her husband. It felt like it was exactly what she was meant to be doing. It felt like home.
Bringing together different objects, materials, images and inspiring and meaningful words that called to her, and transforming them to create something new and beautiful was a revelation, and, (not to get too profound on you) something she saw as a metaphor for life: where the mistakes created on a canvas weren’t really mistakes at all, but could become ‘happy accidents’ that added depth and integrity to a piece of artwork – much like the so-called flaws, imperfections and scars of a human that only served to make them more real, and magnified who they actually were.
After an earnest period of soul-searching exploration and excavation, Jenny vowed to devote herself to bringing beauty and inspiration into the world through her art and natural positivity. She would play her own small part in making the world a better place: She would dedicate herself to creating uplifting art centred around the message that she realised she needed to hear –
“You are important, your life matters, and the world needs you.”
She *knew* she could make it work!
The idea of being an artist and inspiring people to realise their own worth excited her so much and made her feel authentic because it brought together all of her skills and values:
being creative, playful and free, feeling useful and being able to contribute meaningfully to the world in her own unique way.
In order to feel confident transitioning to her passionate career she devoured every offering from her artist heroes Kelly Rae Roberts, Suzi Blu, Willowing, to name a few.
She took online art classes and obsessively studied videos and tutorials on YouTube. She read a million blogs and soulful business books. She worked on herself, her personal growth, and becoming the best self she could possibly be (with the understanding that this was clearly going to be an ongoing process!)
It took a little while but she made it happen! Her beautiful creative business This ♥Rosy ♥Life is now starting to soar….
And she lived and loved happily ever after, by the sea in Barcelona with her beautiful creative and caring husband and their two mischievous adorable small
She spent her time dreaming up more beautiful things and creating them, blogging, teaching inspiration workshops, doing yoga on the beach, writing her journal and reading alone in the cool and quirky little cafes that she loved to discover.