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Dear Creativity...from her hands to mine
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A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one. Dear Creativity, It’s Mother’s Day, so of course I’ve been thinking about my mother. And you. Because she was creativity, too. By day, she was a nurse—practical, grounded, steady. She crocheted like a magician. Not from patterns or tutorials—but from sight. She could walk into a store, spot something beautiful, study it, and recreate it from memory. Thread and hook, just her hands and intuition. She turned scraps into angels. My old dance costumes and dresses became soft wings and flowing gowns for the figures she made and gave away—watchers, protectors, blessings sewn into being. She made my Halloween costumes. My snacks. My sense of what was possible. Because I have been partnering with you so deeply in my creations and innovation for this blooming business as I step into the world as the person who is uniquely me, I realize: I am her. A multipotentialite. A creative generalist. I didn’t just inherit her things. I inherited her ways. And you, dear Creativity, are one of them. A legacy passed down—not always directly, but always present. Threaded through generations in unexpected forms. Thank you for connecting me to her today. Thank you for helping me see her not just as a mother, but as a maker who lives through me to others as I practice, build, and shape a future filled with innovation, delight, and a new sense of what is possible. I may not have the mastery of the hook and thread like my mother, but as she was for me, I am for others. A guide to the creative brilliance you help us all to reach in our unique ways. Innovatively yours, |
Diary of a Wannabe Creative
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Dear Creativity, I said yes to that business planning retreat for one reason: two full days to focus on my ideas. And maybe — if I’m honest — I could have stayed somewhere basic. A plain hotel room. Beige walls. A desk that reminded me of all the tasks I should be doing instead of dreaming. It would have worked. Technically. But I didn’t want to be practical. I wanted to be wrapped in inspiration — morning, noon, and night. So I chose this beautiful boutique hotel, The Mining Exchange. A...
Dear Creativity, You got me excited about HatchDay. I followed the spark. I mapped ideas. I said yes to the possibility.But lately, something’s been nudging me — gently, steadily — in a different direction. At first, I resisted. Wasn’t I supposed to follow through? Wasn’t this what you wanted? But you’ve never been about straight lines. You’ve always been more about movement — the kind that surprises, pauses, and pivots. This weekend, I was driving with an old friend through Garden of the...
Dear Creativity, In a recent gathering, someone asked, “What do you need to release to be able to fully participate in this experience?” Without hesitation, I said, “Time.” I’ve been thinking about that answer ever since. My relationship with time has felt a little off lately. Some days, it feels compressed, like I have to stay constantly in motion just to keep up. Other days, time feels like it’s accelerating beyond anything I can grasp. How is it already June? I don’t feel like I’ve lived...