For years I had to put myself on the shelf, so to speak.... I was surrounded by creative people and the tools to be creative myself, but I was content to let fear hold me hostage.... One day, I would hear the voice of my dead grandmother, who used to tell me, when I was small, that my name Morag means great one in Scottish. Years filled my eyes when I remember how she told me not to let feeling small get in the way of being great. I got down from the shelf. I decided to live up to my name.
submitted by Tiffany Teske,
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