I left standardized employment behind in late 2017 to become a full-time creative.
I am obsessed with writing. I feel the weight of my life coming off of me as I put it onto the screen. And into the universe.
That’s not an exaggeration. I feel lighter. As a person. Because I am allowing myself to purge memories from my brain and turn them into relatable stories. And when you read them, it makes me happy. But I am happy when I hit publish too.
Because every time I publish a memory or a thought that’s been nagging at me, I free up more space in my brain. I’ve rid my brain of so many tough memories by writing about them that I literally have more bandwidth available.
This is what happened with all that extra room to explore. I wrote. I created publications. I found places to contribute. I found myself.