May 31, 08:23 pm
Risk page
Way behind but determined. The title is ‘living is a risky business but giving up is not an option’. I used the bleached photo idea. I won’t tell you the nasty comments that I got from my dear children. LOL. Stamping and sharpie on the photo. Grey paint dry brushed over watercolour paper, black around the photo. The red pen is legible but not bright enough.
Journalling.
Although the outside world is a scary place to a farm kid, we took loads of risks at home. We used to dive headfirst out of haylofts, sit in the rafters of barns and climb trees.
I know exactly when I became afraid of everything. I married the wrong guy. Terror was a way of life until I became terrified for the safety of my kids. Then I stood up to him and left.
But I was still afraid. Afraid that I was the bad mother that he said I was and afraid that he would take my kids.
Then I met Dave. He spent 21 years building me up. Life was good. Any fears we had we shared. After Dave died I expected to be afraid but I’m not although I don’t take risks.
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