There’s a stream of creativity running through me. Realizations I’ve had. Visions to share. Stories to tell. Connections to translate. Experiences to create.
It’s so bizarre to say.
But I’m tired of boxes.
My creativity… is throwing a fit about boxes.
Instagram? A box. YouTube? A box. Emails? A rectangular box. My phone? A three dimensional box.
Every time I go to curate what I see in my minds eye it doesn’t hit… the forum doesn’t illustrate it… the mother effin square carasols fall flat.
I’ve seriously examined this. Eleanor are you being perfectionistic? Do you have to have all the answers now? Are you avoiding or even worse…. Procrastinating…? Are you… afraid?
I can sincerely say: No.
Many stories are coming to me. And they’re ready to be shared, but not in a way I’ve conveyed information before…
Not with research, bullet points or canva templates.
In full transparency… I haven’t identified the medium yet… it’s been circling me for months. I don’t see myself painting, sewing or throwing pottery… All I know is it’s not squares or words. They’re too linear…
But I’m relentless in showing up. I always do. So whatever language I’m meant to translate this in, I’ll learn. And you’ll be the first to know.☺️
In the mean time, here’s a curation of creation.
