I did a thing today. I took another step in my creative journey. Well, my journey back to creativity. I spent years creating a life of stability, something I know stems from my childhood. My mother has a mental illness and could not raise me and my father was absent so my grandparents raised me. My grandfather died suddenly from a heart attack on a Sunday night. I was nine. Four years later, my grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease and lost our family home to foreclosure. We had to move and my grandmother needed a caregiver.
I needed stability and I set out on a quest to create it. Along the way, I’d make time to sing or write, but something in me (fear) made me pursue the traditional form of creating security. I became an educator and absolutely love it, but my fear and belief that this was the only way to reach my goal, kept me stifled.
