Stress + The Creative: You Don’t Have To Struggle

Stress + The Creative: You Don’t Have To Struggle

Did you know that STRESS is a major killer of creativity?

It took me so long to realize this!

I was one of those creatives (AKA, all of us, LOL) that bought into the idea that procrastination and stress were necessary for me to produce my best work. As creatives, we tend to cling to stress and claim it as motivation. We hang onto the idea that the only way we can accomplish great work is to feel the pressure, or to draw inspiration from our shadow selves.

How many times have you heard yourself saying::

“I work best under pressure”
“My best work is when it’s off the cuff”
“If I don’t have my back up against the wall, it won’t get done”
“Planning takes all the passion out of creation”
“My depression/stress/anxiety/fear/sadness/etc… feeds my art/work/writing/etc…”
“I can’t slow down or I will get lazy + stop altogether”


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Lipstick + Lies: The Ways We Hide Behind “Normal”

Lipstick + Lies: The Ways We Hide Behind “Normal”

Allow me to preface this by saying that I LOVE lipstick, and makeup in general. It’s fun for me. It’s like art for your face. It’s really not about impressing  anyone…it’s not for anyone else but me for that matter…but it wasn’t always that way. In fact, I use to wear makeup for other people because I thought I wasn’t “pretty” without it…I thought…I HAVE to look “beautiful” or…(or what?)…and I was pretty damn proud of myself for getting over that shit. For no longer feeling “unpretty” or “not enough” without makeup. For knowing my beautiful worth.

In fact, in the past 3-4 years, I have done a lot of intense healing in terms of my self-worth and have started FINALLY stepping hardcore into my authenticity + true expression. I freaking LOVE me, with AND without makeup, and I will never apologize for walking out of the house with a…

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The Renegade Press

Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”

  • J.K. Rowling

August 28th, 2016.

Remember the date. Because it’s important, and I’m going to come back to it a few paragraphs from now.

In 2015, I lost a friend to suicide. In 2016, I lost another. The passing of my friends devastated me. To lose a loved one is always a sobering experience. To lose them prematurely because of mental illness is earth-shattering. I have always believed that a family is defined by much more than biology. I consider my friends to be a band of brothers that I love so dearly that I am willing to sacrifice anything to protect them. The knowledge that two of those brothers could be so affected by mental illness that suicide became their only hope of salvation breaks my heart.

I know what it’s like to feel low…

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The Junkyard Zombie 

                   They are definitely not your average family.  They live in a junkyard.  And they are a big family.  But when the dead walk,  well,  they handle it.  Survive first.  Figure out why later.  

        Meet Chris Harnson,  former marine special forces, and his family.  Shara,  his 13 year old daughter.  Amara,  his wife.  Tara,  former navy seal, and Lizzie, scientist, his younger sisters. The rest of the family are there but as the dead start to get their rotting asses back up,  how many will remain? 

Will they be able to figure out the why?  And what caused the dead to walk??? 
*picture for inspiration only.  Found on Google *

I am who I am,  no apologies 

I am a good many things.  Some are great.  Some are still needing my attention.  And some…. Eh well.  Some of me will always be bad. At least for other people. I am not going to apologize for who I am.  I am a survivor.  It has made me cautious and strange. 

      I have been molested,  gang-raped, abused both physically and emotionally.  I have faced down a gun held by a man I was sure wanted me dead.  I have survived being locked in the trunk of a car,  and being convinced that I would die there.  I have survived living with no running water.  Impoverished,  with no way of fixing it. 

        I have survived the loss of many people who I have loved,  some merely because they couldn’t understand what I have become.  

And like the poem from Maya Angelou…. Still I rise. 

I am becoming more with each day.  

I am not going to allow myself to falter. 

Today I am better than yesterday, 

And still I rise. 

Tomorrow I will be more than I am today, 

And still I rise. 

To those watching to see me fail, 

Be ready for me to see 

Me fly. 

*picture copyright of Patricia Harris.