My final rant on the absurdity of "New Year, New You," comes from the discovery that as I get older, the goal becomes less and less to become some other, "better" version of me. Instead, I'm constantly trying to remember and return to my forgotten 10-year old self, who was bullied for being weird.
And I was. Totally weird.
(Still am!)
But that same weirdness is the thing that feeds my creativity, and all my best sparks are in that weirdness.
What I want most for all of us is a chance to return to our original selves.
To tap into that heart and naiveté and oddball of our pre-adolescent selves.
And find our tribe - there.
The people who cackle with us, whose eyes twinkle at our devious plans, who want to join the roller coaster of our wild imaginings.
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If you're struggling with making time or space for your creative practice, I hear you. I'd love to connect. Come find me on Instagram @SamGarlandNYC.
(photo credit: Janae Jones Photography)
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