My Story

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This is the story about how I buried my inner artist and then dug her back out. If you want to know more about why I am writing this blog, make sure to also check out the About Page.

I‘ve always known I was an artist at heart. As a child and teenager, I was able to express this talent freely and openly. I took advanced art classes in high school and painting classes in the afternoon. As I grew up, however, priorities started to shift. Getting into a good college, earning a sensible degree, making my own money for the first time – all of those things suddenly mattered a lot more than playing with paint.

At age 25, I had a job, I’d gone back to school for a second degree, I had an apartment with my then-boyfriend, and by all definitions of the word, I was succeeding. Yet I always felt like something was missing from my life. In our tiny apartment, there was an entire cabinet full of art supplies that I hadn’t touched since the move. My boyfriend kept suggesting I throw them out, and I’d retort that no, I loved those, and I needed them.

It was during one of those discussions that he pointed out he’d never seen me do anything creative, and we’d been together about a year and a half at that point.

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It hit me pretty hard when I realized I had just buried the artist inside me under all of those excuses. Don’t have enough time, not good enough to call myself an artist, don’t have the right supplies, it’s not a productive use of time, there’s no room on my desk anyways. I knew something had to change. I wanted to be able to call myself an artist, and I needed to be able to express myself fully.

Changing Habits, Changing my Life

I spent the next months slowly making room for creativity in my life.

In the process, I discovered that making creativity a habit was as simple as picking up a paint brush, acrylics and a blank piece of paper on a regular basis – and at the same time, that it was so much more than that. I learned how much the clutter in my brain and my apartment kept me from getting creative, and on the other hand how much art, especially art journaling, helped me sort through the brain clutter.

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I joined Get Messy, something I still regard as one of the best decisions I’ve ever made for my inner artist. And I started a blog – and then a second one – and then a third. You’re reading the third. It took some time for blogging to stick as a creative outlet. Now that it has, however, I wouldn’t give it up for the world!

I also spent those months almost drowning in flash cards during finals, working my a** off during semester break, ending a relationship that had been my constant and anchor for almost three years, moving, going on vacation and trying to find an internship that could somehow still be wedged into my schedule between studying full time and working twenty hours a week. Through all of this, I realized I had created a new anchor in my life: My creative habit and Make Stuff Pretty remained an unchanging point of focus. Making creativity a priority has already transformed my life – and I cannot wait to see where the journey will take me.