Konversations with Krystal

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Hey Guys!              I know it's been a while, and believe me... I will be coming up something for you to all read shortly. However, tonight I experience a little bit of negativity and down putting in my life. So, in case you are awake and dealing with this emotion too I thought I would post a simple reminder for you too... KEEP GOING.  YOU ARE IN CHARGE OF YOUR FUTURE.  DON'T LET ANYONE ALTER YOUR GOALS. YOU ARE A FIGHTER. THIS LIFE WILL BE WHAT YOU MAKE IT. GIVE YOUR DREAMS EVERYTHING YOU HAVE GOT. SET AN EXAMPLE, LITTLE PEOPLE ARE WATCHING. IT WON'T BE EASY, BUT WITH MOTIVATION IT WILL GET DONE. MISTAKES WILL BE MADE, WHAT MATTERS IS HOW YOU RESPOND TO THEM. SOMETIMES DOING THE RIGHT THING ISN'T ALWAYS THE EASY THING. IF THEY WANT TO BE APART OF YOUR JOURNEY, THEY WILL BE. DON'T BEG ANYONE TO MAKE TIME FOR YOU. KNOW YOUR WORTH!!  As always, Artistically Yours

Bare with me again... I am posting from my phone. I wanted to write a quick little blog to 👏🏻 for myself. Over the past few years I have done some major rearranging of goals. I have successfully turned around my life for my family. Two years ago, life put be through the ringer. It seemed like every time I stood back up a new challenge would knock me down. I didn’t know how to handle the stress, so I cried a lot. Through all of the tears snd the fears I prevailed. I flipped the “grind” switch. I felt like I have finally started living my life. I have committed to my goals and I am crushing them. I have a lot of goals left to come, but I am confident that I am on the right path. I have met the worst of times, and I still clawed my way out. I am a fighter. One attribute I have always tried to maintain is positivity. Even when I found it difficult to smile through the sadness, I tried. I never once gave up. I always found the ability to find happiness and joy in the season that I w...

This blog post is a short blog post dedicated to my birthday girl. Hannah Grace mommy loves you more than words could describe. You mean everything to me. Happy Second Birthday to the love of my lofe. Over this week, we will be celebrating you! I think I might tell the story of your birth when I have a little more time, since it was a rollercoaster! For now, just a birthday wish for my princess! I love you Hannah! My beautiful birthday girl,  🎈 🎂 🎉   Two years ago today I gave birth to my greatest miracle, Hannah Grace. Hannah, these last two years have been the most beautifully challenging years of my life. I am so proud of all the amazing things you learn and everyday. Last year, you were learning to walk and now this year I can’t even catch you. You’ve learned to love dancing, how to swim (kinda), go on the potty, and eat with a fork on your own. Your brilliance inspires me. I am so proud of you. In your two years of existence, you have shown me what it’s like...

A very common question I get is “how did you start drawing?” I realized I had artistic capabilities in middle school. The students were all asked to create a piece for the art show. My teacher gave us a few magazines to find a reference, and I found a picture of an owl in National Geographic. We worked on the pictures for two weeks. I would add detail after detail and suddenly the picture began to come alive. I stayed through lunch a few times to finish it. Finally after two weeks my little owl was completed. I showed the piece to my teacher and she loved it so much she kept it. This morning, I received a message containing that picture (its posted below). Every time I create something, I am surprised when it turns out so well. As an artist (for me), the details become the project and when you see the finished piece it’s a huge surprise. Your emotions become invested and they grow with each passing hour. Finally, you stand back to check/admire your own work, partially in disbel...

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles after every mistake. Every slip up of words, or an accidental small bump into someone’s arm. It isn’t a big deal, and she’s made it so. Her face looks disappointed, almost disgusted in what she has done. You cannot help but wonder “why?” “What’s going on with her?”  In my case, the “sorry syndrome” stems from a fear of not meeting the standard that many woman feel held too. The constant feeling of letting someone down sits permanently in the back of my mind. Growing up, I never felt that I was good enough for anything. Middle school and high school, I never seemed to fit in. I didn’t have many friends. I was always one of the boys. I liked football and skateboarding. I could care less about make up and nail polish. I wasn’t pretty, or skinny. I would watch other girls gang together laughing and gossiping. “Why didn’t they want to hang out with me?” “Why was I more interested in playing outside than dressing up?”   I remember the first...

I have three classes left, until my fall courses at the academy is completed (yes, I am enrolled in summer classes). This moment is surreal and I am prepared to give my final projects (of the two hardest classes I’ve ever taken in my life) 100%.  A few years ago, with the help of my incredible friends, I gained the courage to finally enroll in art schools. A lot of factors went into my decision, right down to if the school holds a physical graduation for online students. I am working extremely hard for this. I’ve spent late nights crammed in my make shift closet/studio grinding out projects, exams and quizzes. I have missed time with loved ones for finals, and I have miss events because of mid-terms. I have been on an emotional roller coaster journey filled with frustration, and pride. I have cried both happy and sad tears. My heart has been broken over B’s and overjoyed with A’s. I would do it all over again.    The past two years, I’ve accomplished so much. I r...