Showing up as yourself in a room designed for someone else is a reality most people don’t sign up for. Although you usually end up leaving that room a little sharper and smarter, you also leave far more guarded. I work in the legal world as a legal researcher in intellectual property. I focus on…
Tag: #creativewriting
Finding Joy In Spontaneity
Remember how I just did a blog like a week ago about perfectionism and how it kills the joy of creating? Well, this week I hit a wall. I just couldn’t stop the thoughts. I couldn’t stop inspections and needed to plan out the creative project verse just creating. I’m only human and I even…
One Of My New Love Languages—Feedback
When most people think of love languages they think of acts of service or physical touch. Before this blog I would have said quality time. Giving me undivided attention with conversation and some board games or a movie after cooking dinner together. Although I still want all that, I’ve found a new appreciation for a…
Confessions of a Creative Perfectionist
A big part of why I walked away from creating was me. Simply put it was just me. I couldn’t get out of my own way. I couldn’t stop over thinking everything I did. A part of finding some success came pride but also doubt. Instead of just creating and playing with new ideas, everything…
Playfulness Is My New Superpower
For the entirety of my creative endeavors, I chased perfection. I edited and over-thought everything until the pictures were pristine, stitched in perfect lines, and everything was curated like I was sending it off to a museum. Naturally after years of that I lost the spark along with the glitter, the giggles, and the joy. For me creating was my…
A Pause, A Pandemic, A Palette Reborn
In 2019, I walked away from the creative world—not with a dramatic slam of the door, but with a quiet, aching pause. It didn’t feel like burnout. It wasn’t a failure. It was something more….something like a slow unraveling of joy. Back then, my art felt more like a performance than an outlet. Every stitch, every brushstroke, every weave, every pixel was weighed down by a heaviness of expectation—mine,…
Savi Monroe XO 