Posts in Creativity
be a cheerleader

When I was six-years-old, I started my first gymnastics class.

For the next four years of my life, for a few hours every week, I whipped and flipped my body in every which way over a floor, trampoline, balance beam, vault, and uneven bars. I remember the excitement when I landed a cartwheel on the balance beam for the first time and how I looked at the older girls doing tumbling passes across the floor, dreaming of the day I could contort my body in such a way and still somehow land on two feet.

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on creativity and doing things the "right" way

I redesigned my website twice last week. Yes, twice. In two days actually. Maybe it was even three times, but it's all a little fuzzy at this point because sooner or later those frequent redesigns start to blend together.

In case it's not obvious, I've been trying to figure out my own creativity lately.

I knew going into this year that I wanted to come back to this space — to writing and creating and doing those things that make me come alive and are simultaneously stupid hard because they force me to break down that wall between my head and my heart more than I'd sometimes like. But despite the fact that storytelling and writing is the form of creation I remember having in my life the longest, it's not the only form of creativity in my life and, at many points, it hasn't even been the primary one.

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a confession of sorts

Whenever I come back to writing — specifically to this blog — after a bit of a break, I never feel like I quite know what to say or where to start.

It's not for want of having things to say or topics to write about. I currently have 29 posts in draft. And I've been writing in my journal every day for almost two full years, sometimes only a paragraph and sometimes 10+ pages in a night. So clearly, I have a lot of words to say and thoughts in my head and things to share.

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on writing, words, and why

When I was 10-years-old, my mother handed me a composition notebook. On the cover, she’d written the word “journal” and the starting date — March 9, 1999.

I’ve always had a lot of words. I was speaking in full sentences at 18-months-old, beginning the perpetual cycle of exhausting my family and friends with what, I’m sure to them, seems like a never ending supply of words. In the years since my mother handed me that composition notebook, I’ve filled the pages of 24 other journals with stories, thoughts, dreams, prayers, and who knows what else.

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on learning how to pedal again

I haven’t written anything in a really long time.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I’ve written a lot of journal entries, blog posts for my business, emails to friends, family, and colleagues, some snail mail here and there, and a ridiculous number of Facebook posts, Instagram descriptions, and tweets.

But I haven’t written anything in a really long time in order to just write.

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