Intro

A 30-something’s quest to instill more creativity in the everyday minutia of life

I consider myself a creative person. I mean, come on, I have two degrees in creative writing. Who needs more proof than that? My boyfriend Barry and I love literature, travel, history, music and art, and our life together reflects that. We enjoy writing, photography and foreign culture. Between the two of us, our house is bursting at the seams with books, CDs and artwork. We try to live life to the fullest and be creative with everything from what we eat for dinner to how we manage our finances and pursue our goals, and to be unique as individuals and as a family. However, since entering the workforce about five years ago, I have found that my personal level of creativity is somewhat diminished. Although I love my job and am proud of my career in public relations, it doesn’t allow for much self-expression. In fact, I often find myself staring at my computer, wishing for inspiration. And the little bit of artistic flourish I’m able to dig up on these occasions doesn’t follow me home or have an impact on my own work – it’s “wasted” on my professional endeavors.

This blog is an attempt to document my clumsy foray into chasing creativity. I’ve resolved to make a conscious effort to become better at enjoying life through expressing myself artistically. However, I am a gold medalist in procrastination, so I will also record my failings as a new and improved human being, whether it’s the fact that I still haven’t touched the canvas and acrylics I bought nearly a month ago, or my novel that’s gone MIA despite my best intentions. And even the worst thing of all – that no matter how much I love to cook, sometimes I just want an order of Jack in the Box curly fries. Period.