when did we become so hard on ourselves? We, or most certainly I, have become my biggest obstacle there's some road block in my neural pathways that decided to tell me it either had to be perfect or just don't do it at all. The whole idea needs to be put together before the project can start and that's what makes it paralyzing. When did anything ever go according to plan? when did any true adventure have a schedule? so, how do we get over the self obstructed view? how do I get out of my own way? I don't know- the only thing I ever come up with is just to begin. sure, sure, a tale as old as time how easy is it to say, "just get started and it will all come together!" no shit Sherlock. So for years, I've sat with these jumbled ideas in my head trying to answer this question: what is my role as a creative? I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I am a creative, but no medium seems like one I want to master or really even dabble with much to be honest. photography, words, and curated experiences ( I hate the work curated now) seem to be the only grasp on how I want to express. Finally, I had an epiphany. I am not the creator- I am the observer. a role less spotlit, but equally as important in the grand equation.