All posts tagged: Lets Chat

The Creative Struggle for Authenticity

I’ve got a struggle on my hands I’ve been at an epic creative standstill with myself. I want to create. I know what I want to create. But I don’t create it. I won’t rather. There are outside factors to this standstill, but none more prominent than the quiet understanding that if I do what I want, what I feel is within me, then I will loose something. Whether that something is important to me or not, I’m not really sure. That uncertainty alone probably leans me more towards it not being that important….but I guess I can figure that out later. I crave authenticity. I so desperately want nothing more than to live a life of transparency and vulnerability. I want people to be able to have conversation with me where I am open about things I’ve over come or things that I am currently in the process of overcoming and I want to bond with others over our mutual triumphs and glory. But in order to do that, I need to be authentic. …

Validation

Validation: The recognition or affirmation that a person or their feelings or opinions are valid or worthwhile. As people we love to be validated. We love to know that someone out there thinks that we matter. We love validation in our work places. We want the boss to know that they need us, we want our co workers to know that we’re adding benefit to the workplace. We love validation in our schools. We want our teachers to think we’re intelligent. We want to be told “Great job!” on our papers or projects, or get excellent grades so that we avoid disapproval from those around us. We crave validation in our friend groups. We want our friends to value us. We hurt when a friend doesn’t talk to us for a few days or when our snap streak is broken. We want validation from people who aren’t even our friends. How do we know this? Because most of us (not all of us) spend far too much time trying to find out why certain people …

Journaling

Writing for me is an outlet. It always has been. There are journals with my name on them in the archives of my home from the time I was 6 years old. There are writings about going to the museum, the zoo, the library. Stories about events that happened between my brother and I and funny things between my parents. I wrote about what I wanted to be when I grew up and analyzed my place in the world with scrawly handwriting and illustrations. For me, using a pen and paper as a means to process the happenings of a day or sort through my emotions is simply second nature. As mentioned briefly in my previous post Lets Chat: Teenagers, I’ve kept journals throughout my adolescent years to keep me sane…or highlight my insanity…one or the other. There are notebooks filled to the brim with angst. From frustrations to song lyrics to my hopes and dreams to my crush of the week, I wrote about it all. I was completely unaware at the time that …

Let’s Chat: Teenagers

“Timid and shy and scared am I Of things beyond my ken I need someone older and wiser Telling me what to do You are seventeen going on eighteen I’ll, depend, on you” Can anyone guess where this is from? Yes! The Sound of Music. My all time favorite musical. If you’ve seen it you remember the scene: It’s pouring out and Leisl is dancing  just out of reach of the rain with her man candy Rolf. She’s singing about how she is becoming a woman, and needs Rolf, to look out for her. Rolf, mind you, is only a whopping one year older than she is. The teen years were a journey for all of us I’m sure. I know that mine were…and that’s if by journey the connotation is less an evening stroll through the woods and more of a spinning, looping, speeding rollercoaster with no indication of when you’ll be let off. Dating was a thing. Like…a real thing, not a sitting next to a boy in the cafeteria thing. But, having …

Help! I’ve started a blog!

There it is, right in front of you. The blank screen.   You’ve had this idea floating around in your head for months. You’ve tossed it around to your close friends and some select family members. They’ve told you it would be a great idea. You’re creative, inspiring, full of knowledge they’ve said and well, you believe them. The world would totally benefit from the thoughts you mull over in the late hours of the night or while zoning out in class. So you said “Yea! Lets do it!” and you created an account. You thought long and hard about a URL and spent way too long finding a theme that shows the world, or at least the blogosphere at first glance what kind of sophisticated blogger you are. If you’re the super prepared type you may even have a notebook of blog ideas to pick from and you start tapping away. The computer keys are singing their praises as you finally set your inner word artist free. You type for what feels like hours, …