I was not one of those kids that knew from an early age what I wanted to do when I grew up. In all honesty, if you gave me a million dollars today and granted me permission to go do what ever I wanted I would still be hard pressed to know exactly what that would be. I’m a creative through and through, but can’t tell you what medium I prefer to work with. I’m a dabbler of sorts — my projects have to have a purpose and the less I know about how to do it the more I like the project. I know I like prototypes better than mass production, and I have an addiction to planners but rarely am I consistent with them — remember I like prototypes.

I have dabbled with:

• sewing
• knitting
• crocheting
• painting
• paper projects with my Silhouette — Which I absolutely love
• cooking
• entertaining — I live for a fabulous theme party
• flower arranging
• wood working
• jewelry making
• home decor — I’ve put fabric on walls, made slip covers, painted furniture, built beds
• photography
• stain glass
• ceramics/china painting — I have a couple of kilns

and much more, that’s just what I could think of off the top of my head. But being a dabbler is the equivalent of looking for the new shinny toy all the time. I truly wish that I was just in love with that on special thing. I wish I could eat, breath, sleep candle making or algorithms, but I can’t. I eat, breath and sleep whatever project I’m fixated on in the moment, and then I’m done and it’s time to move on. I have a real sense of fulfillment when I’ve learned something new, and many times I go back to it or incorporate part of it into a new idea but the new idea is always calling to me.

Like every other human on this planet I have had my share of trials and tribulations which have left a multitude of invisible scars. When my first daughter was born I cried for what seemed like months after she was born. I was consumed with fear of being the one that would cause her irrevocable scars. I spent my parenting years learning as much as I could to minimize that scaring for my girls and creativity played a big roll in that journey. Although I eventually realized that I did not possess the ability to conjure a powerful enough spell to protect them from all life would throw their way, the magic of creativity was ultimately the ingredient that helped them to be brave and thrive during their times of personal difficulty.

This blog was born to connect with those on a quest to heal from the pain and scars of life, to find empowerment, bravery, hope, clarity, inspiration and worthiness through creativity. Now before you say “I’m not creative” let me clarify that creativity is not just the arts and crafts end of things. Do you remember that I mentioned algorithms above — well, I get a great sense of accomplishment and fulfillment when I create a Google Sheet with formulas that work. I find them fun to put together and satisfying when totals show up on one page from entries on another, it’s a special kind of magic. Creativity comes in many forms and with a little exploration everyone can discover their own magical form of it.

This blog is not only for my personal fulfillment and an arena to give purpose to the many goings-on in my head, but also to provide a nurturing playground for all who long for their “fun to be you” self.

Wishing you a life of fulfillment,