“It takes half your life before you discover life is a do-it-yourself project.” -Napoleon Hill
My creativity has definitely blossomed as the years have unfolded. As I grew up, I dreaded anything crafty and have traumatic moments when remembering those Girl Scout and Home Economics projects. In fact, in 29 years I was satisfied pushing my creativity aside and embracing the daily work life grind. It wasn’t until immediately after having my oldest daughter that I started to seek a creative outlet. Seemingly, I craved to stand out as an individual, not merely a mother. Daily routines now required acts of tackling problems from a different perspective in hopes to entertain my newborn while doing life. This type of thinking opened up the flood gates to my creative mind during this time. My friends were few and I could see myself pulling back into my introvert ways. During these long days, I began researching designs & making my own beaded jewelry. Shortly afterward I started collecting vintage ephemera to enhance my pictures and hand journaled around them on patterned paper. I cherished these moments with a new baby so scrapbooking made sense to my practical side. When I look back, I would say it was my own form of self care. This type of creativity expanded over the years into all different avenues which leads me to where I am today.