Did you think of yourself as a creative kid? What does creativity look like for you these days? As a child you would always find me with my nose in a book or a pencil in my hand. At one point I truly believed I would write poetry and become famous for how my words impacted others. Words weren’t the only thing that captured me as a child. I’d sculpt with whatever I got my hands on – usually homemade Play-Doh, paper clips, paper, etc. I’d color with whatever was around me. I was proud to be called creative. It was my form of escape. My form of processing life. However, sometime between my adolescent and teen years, I just stopped. I stopped writing, drawing, making, just stopped. Even now, I cannot pinpoint that moment. What I do know, looking back, is that I greatly suffered. I suffered under the weight of what I was supposed to be and do. I spent years denying that I was creative. Then motherhood came and I needed an outlet. A light in the darkness that was my postpartum experience. I tapped back into my inner child and what brought me joy. First it started with creating perfumes for energetic wellness, moved into writing guided meditations, and now? All the above. I do not restrict my creativity!
I am blessed that you asked me to share my story! It’s beautiful to see so many mothers creating and finding ways to fill their hearts outside of motherhood 🥰
I am blessed that you asked me to share my story! It’s beautiful to see so many mothers creating and finding ways to fill their hearts outside of motherhood 🥰
It really is! So much of what we does goes unnoticed. I love seeing it all together in conversation.