It was a normal, gorgeous spring afternoon and I was intently focused on my computer at work when an alert popped up via an old Honeyfund account.
The account had been used for my wedding back in October so I was surprised to see any activity. I eagerly opened the message to find out the woman on the other end was a neighbor in Orlando with a strange request.
Hi Macey, this is very bizarre! My aunt gave me some items when I was visiting her in Boca and one of them was a painting you did in Middle School. I happened to do a google search to see if you would like it back or your family member might (I have no need for it so it, so I was going to pass it on) and I saw you live in Orlando as well. Email me or text me and I can shoot you a picture of the painting. I’m assuming my aunt bought it from a school art show many years ago (the tag indicates you were in 6th grade). My cell….
The strange thing about that message? Thirteen years ago, I was twelve! She had included a photo of the painting, complete with the back, on it a sticker with my name, grade and teacher. Wow. First, what a trip down memory lane.
In a unique turn of fate, I had just launched my own design company that same month, after wrestling feelings of self-doubt and fear. Inside I had a passion to design, to create, to study art and yet that inner voice that tries to stop us when we take any big leap of faith had fought me hard.
The painting had been an art project for me in sixth grade and after winning the competition, it was included in an art festival and offered for sale. My childhood wasn’t a fairytale, this painting made less than two years after the death of my mom, and seeing it again reminded me of how long art had been an outlet for my soul. It wasn’t my best work, but it was a beautiful reminder of how our first loves can stay with us a lifetime.
I believe things happen for a reason and as I took a huge step in my own life, this incredible encounter served as confirmation of my new direction. This painting found me, in a different city, at a different time, living a different life. And yet, it is a reminder that some things never change. Don’t ever be afraid to move towards your passions and dreams, your sixth-grade self is cheering you on.
Thank you to Dee, my sister-in-law who encouraged me to share this story and helped me write this.