It’s been officially been four months since I’ve broken up with you. The reason is this — the moment I posted something that didn’t authentically feel like me, or when I wasn’t telling the whole truth about an experience in my life… my soul cringed.

I will never forget the day my Aunt Bonnie offered me a small tablet of watercolors and said to me, “Paint what you are feeling, Gina.” I stared at her with a look of bewilderment and then stared out the window, where the sun was shining and neighbors were walking their dogs.