Good teachers are treasurers, but you can learn really important life lessons from both good and bad teachers. That teacher shook my confidence, but I got up off the mat and I am thankful I didn’t let that individual kill my creative energy. I love many forms of art and painting soothes my soul.

They told me, “No”. They said that I was technically proficient but that I lacked a special something that they felt I needed to earn an A.

Did I mention that this was grade school?

I can never unhear those words in my head, but every time I express myself creatively it is an act of defiance.

Making chocolate cake without inviting me is borderline choosing violence. 😂 🧁 📞🙋🏽‍♀️

Or are these digipeople simply creative expressions for us to share with the world as we see fit?