Posted in Coaching

Hey Baby, The Christmas Tree’s Still Up

It’s March, not like early, still cold March either. It’s mid – here comes summer – March. 

Every day since December 25th, I’ve walked past our Christmas tree and thought about taking it down. Every day I ignored it in favor of some other task/s that had to be completed. Back at the beginning of March, when there was still a hint of chill in the air I called my daughter into the room and told her we were either taking it down or we were putting Easter eggs on it. 

I let that decision hang in the air for a couple of weeks before finally committing. Then I dragged the kid out into the world she has secluded herself from for the past year and bought plastic eggs and metallic sharpies. 

We sat in the middle of the living room with tacos and a clue board game while watching ICarly reruns and decorating the eggs. 

It would have been less work to just take the tree down but it would have been far less fun. 

After a year of constant uncertainty which has ravaged much of my own, and everyone else’s, creative energy I just can’t imagine choosing the mundane option. I can’t embrace the idea that what used to be “normal” is the only acceptable thing. 

If anything, this past year has given me the ability to truly see what it means to look beyond “this is the way we’ve always done it”, a glimpse of a future that is far from our old “normal” but so much more satisfying. These little moments of creativity, of thinking beyond the box, even about something seemingly minor have the power to propel us into something far bigger. We have a choice, not only in this year but in every year, to choose how far we want to wander and how much we want to explore. We get stuck in the idea that our creative solutions have to be big but truly they just have to be impactful and the size of your idea is not a measure of how much impact it could have. 

Ask yourself, are you opting for what we’ve always done? Are you scared that your ideas aren’t big enough? Consider instead, what impacts do these things have? What is the cost of the way we’ve always done things and what do you see when you step beyond that normal, no matter how small it seems?

Posted in stream of consciousness

My Cup Is Empty

I want to write, so badly, but my brain is stuck in update.

I feel like I’m constantly processing and unable to ever get far enough to spew my learnings onto paper.

Every day there’s a new piece of information, a new outrage, a new something that leaves me staring at the screen and grimacing.

Why are we like this?

Perhaps its the effects of months long abnormality or a year that has proven, like most stressful times, when one thing goes it all falls apart.

This year has been the car with freshly erupted flames on the side of the interstate. The family, barely freed from its grip, looks on in horror as they wonder how they got there.

Because of that, the constant imploding of every moment this year has had to offer, I feel my creative well has run dry and I’m in desperate need of replenishing it.

Anyone else? I know I can’t be alone.