Creating and Experience

Hello, my lovelies. The weather around here is FINALLY shaping  up. It is warm and breezy and spring-y and the trees have BUDS on them (I forgot how exciting it is to realize that for the first time!) and I am so psyched. I LOVE May.

Dude, my Facebook page is suddenly flooded with pictures of sweet little babies born to MOTHERS THAT I WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL WITH. I suddenly feel incredibly old. Marriages? Houses? Babies?!?!?! Shouldn’t we be…. watching Rugrats, or playing with our Polly Pockets?? No?

Mmmmmk moving right along… Quick update! There is now an “About Me” section right to the right. ———-> Feel free to click there and find out a little bit about what makes me tick!

For today’s post, I wanted to talk about creativity and life experience.

It never ceases to amaze me the things that come with age. When I lament about my upcoming 25th birthday, those over the age of thirty often roll their eyes and remind me of how “young” I am. Sure, 25 is young, but SO much has changed in the last ten years, I have trouble even wrapping my mind around it.

I have been doing a LOT of thinking lately about how far I have come in recent years. Life can be trying, but if you grow and develop and learn from life, then I truly believe that you are all the better for it.

When I was younger, I had a lot of ideas. I was a deeply emotional girl; I could relate to lyrics of all kinds– poetry, stories, songs, I was compassionate, contemplative and creative, but something about those pieces of “me” just didn’t click together.

And then, right around my last year of college, my life was turned upside-down. It seemed like I couldn’t catch a break and nothing was going my way. I was tired, but I spent my days working my time away so that I didn’t have to worry about the things that hovered close by. My daily goals were simple: make it from point A to point B, get things done, sleep (?), and repeat.

My once perpetually-running creative mind rested as I focused on business.

And then, almost three years later, like a balloon that couldn’t be tethered, the need to create and build and design and concot re-enlivened within me. Suddenly, I was thinking about things differently: I was writing and drawing and designing again and it felt (feels!) so, so great.

The best part of all of it is that the quality and substance has changed so. much.

Sometimes, life gives us scars. Physical scars are visible notations of life events; sometimes good, sometimes bad, but some people show them off like medals.  When the scars that we bear are emotional ones, tattooed on our hearts, the best we can do is use the experiences that got us there to learn and grow and develop into the very best versions of ourselves that can possibly be.

I have every intention in the universe of turning my life and experiences into things that can be enjoyed by many, whether that be in artwork, or writing, or by speaking, I have found my voice and my cause(s). It’s almost like the years where my style went dormant were the years when it marinated. I grew and matured and my work is all the better for it.

I hope that over the course of my Fancy posts, I can encourage you to use what you have– your stories, your experiences, your essence, to do a lot of things. It’s scary, but we’ll do it together. And let me tell you, the day that you can use your life experiences to create something beautiful, that, my friends, is an amazing day.

xoxo

Bee

 

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