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Dear Creativity...gold dusts for your ideas
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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 place that promises its guests a bit of gold dust on their boots and a story still unfolding. This hotel was designed to remind people they’re part of something bigger than their to-do list. Now that I’m home, I keep thinking about that. The spaces we choose. The ones we build. The corners we ignore. Where do I expect my best ideas to show up? And do I make room for them when they do? Creativity, you’ve always whispered that the right space doesn’t have to be fancy. But it does have to feel alive. So here I am, sweeping a little gold dust into the corners of my world, wondering... What kind of space does my next idea deserve? Innovatively yours, |
Diary of a Wannabe Creative
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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...
Dear Creativity, As spring prepares to pass the baton to summer, I find myself captivated by what’s blooming around me. A new flower seems to appear every time I step outside —not just in color or shape, but in mood. In energy. In personality. It feels like nature is showing off a bit.I am not mad at that. Mother Nature has earned the right. What amazes me most is how effortlessly you seem to collaborate with her.You tuck yourself inside the curve of a petal, hide in the shimmer of pollen,...