Last year– the year prior– maybe even the year before that have been so void of creativity. Of the thing that, at one point, defined who I am. I asked myself yesterday why have I gotten so far away from it and despite all of the excuses I allowed myself to digest– I got away from it because I didn’t focus on it and force myself. I am doing really well in a career that I stumbled into — but is this it?
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.