And here’s what happened. Shoot-your-shot has become urban speak for letting someone know you’re interested in them romantically. But you already know that I’m not about to spill my relationship guts on here. I’m not about to tell you how I slide into the DMs of a guy I’ve been admiring on Instagram. And how he responded. And how I now have an engagement ring on my finger. And how he and I intend to live happily ever after. But see?Read More
If you’re reading this, you already know what a creative rut feels like, so I won’t go into defining it. What none of you busy folk have got time for is that. But I thought it might be helpful to outline something that contributes to the debilitating block that us creatives are all too familiar with. While there are a number of factors that contribute to getting a little stuck creatively, I’ve found this one has for me, been aRead More
Two weeks into the new year! Wait, what? Did I just hear you call me captain obvious? You know what? It doesn’t even matter cause I’m too stoked you’re here to care. Happy New Year! Glad to see you made it over to 2018. That feels like a ton of happy within a short space of writing. Let’s move on to the New Year stuff. With the visions, the resolutions, the goals, a New Year is a tangible time thatRead More
… And why they’re not always a bad thing I got hit with a few defining, career-related rejections this year. And like any ambitious person can attest to, it hurt. Zora Neale Hurston said, “There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” This will definitely go down as one with a lot of unanswered questions on my end. And the answers I did get were to questions that I never asked. Thanks a lot, 2017. No, I actuallyRead More
Picture this: You’re five years old, in a bathtub, ready for your pre-bedtime scrub down. Said scrub down commences without ceremony. You’re minding your own business, playing with the suds from your bath like all five-year-olds do. And then out of nowhere, sud ninjas splash their way into your eyes. O the sting! O the suffering! O the ensuing dance – because, anything to distract from the pain – as soap-infused tears escape your eyes. It feels like that painRead More