Years after I graduated, I was working full time with a job title of “Creative Director” but all that creativity happened between screens and not fingers. Once I realized how much I missed the physical act of creating and making, I still struggled to make space and time for it, especially because it felt wasteful to use art supplies if it was “just for fun.” I was believing the lie that creativity was only valuable if the end result was shared with an audience.
When our family left Dallas to move to middle Tennessee a few years ago, we left our urban neighborhood in Oak Cliff, historic home of nine years, and all our favorite walking routes on sidewalks that weaved in and out of tree-lined streets. We also said a bittersweet goodbye to our dear group of friends who had keys to that home and had worn steps into the wooden threshold as we welcomed them through our door so many times to share a meal, celebrate a birthday, or just hang out on a Sunday evening.
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