The true life of a creative

Lets be real here. The life of a creative can be lonely AF. You’re basically a one man team forever trying to get others to understand your thoughts.

We don’t think like others. There is a constant need to express ourselves visually. We need to get our hands dirty, create things…

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I’ve been trying to look a little more inside myself lately and figure out why I work the way I do. I don’t necessarily want to change myself, I just want to know myself. I’ve taken so much time worrying about others, my education, my business, my job and everything else that comes with life, that I sort of forgot my identity. Some days I don’t even recognize the person staring back at me in the mirror. Its such a challenge explaining how I feel in words, so I just don’t.

The other day my co-worker (from my day job) said she could never image me getting angry. I was shocked because I DO feel anger, probably just as much as the next person, but no ones ever sees that part of me. When I’m angry, I create. I’d MUCH rather put my energy into something that can represent the way I’m feeling than vocalize it. That’s just who I am.


Its lonely out there guys, but it doesn’t have to be.