That’s What She Said: Create It!

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Thanks for saying what you had to last week! We enjoyed reading your posts, ladies. 🙂 xo

This is true.

I know this to be true.

I have lived this.

I am living this.

Not too long ago I was living in what I refer to as my gray era.

I was happy, but there was something missing. When I wasn’t happy, I was sad, anxious, and somewhat of a hypochondriac. There was a lot going on in my life at that time, I was finishing up school, I was pregnant with my third child, PCOS, my parents were going through their divorce, I was living away from family, which at the time I guess wasn’t so bad (being away during that time).  The classes I was taking dealt with the human psyche, which I love, but….

I was beginning to analyze myself, my friends and my family. I hated it. My nervousness was at an all time high. I had my first panic attack when I was pregnant with my son. I was breathing heavily, I couldn’t stop, all I could do was cry, I had NO IDEA WHY. My husband was such a rock that night, he held me and calmed me. I felt bad for feeling like that, because I was so happy. I was over the moon that I was about to have my baby boy, the baby they said would never happen. Perhaps, the hormonal ups and downs of pregnancy had me on a tightrope of emotions, but there were so many things piling up on my rope I was bound to fall. I had a safety net. I’ll get to that later…

The joy of having my son was exuberant! I was on top of the world. Of course, my world involved other people and phone calls and sometimes those things brought me right back to that place.  I ended up in the hospital. My heart hurt, my whole chest for that matter, and my hand started to feel numb. I was terrified, I phoned a nurse and she told me to get to the ER.  I drove myself to the ER, my husband stayed with the kids. Test upon test upon test were ran on me. NOTHING. They couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. I now know what it was, it was a panic attack. I started to drift away, I could see myself starting to let go of things, people, attachments that were beginning to become cancer. (While we’re on the subject if you’re anxious NEVER EVER go to WebMD, because you’re DEAD. I have been healthier since I’ve stopped visiting WebMD for symptoms. #TheMoreYouKnow)

I started to get back to doing the things I liked doing. I started a blog under an alias, I got things off of my chest there. I didn’t keep it long, I started to focus more on journaling and doing things I could also do with the babies. I am no Picasso, but I love to paint.  I would take all the babies outside to paint under our big tree in the backyard. 

(We painted indoors too)

I started to make things and people wanted to buy them! I sold them!!! This made me happy; I was working with my hands, doing what I loved to do, CREATE! Every little girl in my cul-de-sac, as well as my girls’ friends wore my headbands (I made tutus too). 🙂

One neighbor told me I wasn’t charging enough, she was right, but I just loved making things. I loved writing about making things, thus this blog was born. Or the original blog was born, but has had a few rebirths. 🙂  I was an Etsy seller, a crafty blogger, and then I was just me. I think I should also thank Phyllis for letting me do me, too. 🙂  She gave me a shot at writing and editing for her magazine and that opened up new doors to my creativity. I loved working for Tots to Teens, it helped me stay focused on something other than things that didn’t matter. I was creating content, searching for content, and talking to people. I was happy in my element.

I love to write, I love to paint, draw, hot glue, glitter, stamp, draw, cook, create with my hands and my mind. I’m more colorful because of that. I’m me again, because I invited color and creativity back into my life (along with other things. I’m also thankful for a strong loving support unit). I use to get excited to write papers about things I truly cared about for school and do PowerPointPresentations (because that was the most creative thing you can do for online classes). Now, I’m excited to write for me and for you.

Being creative helped save me from… me. The more creativity I use, the more I feel better.

Are you creative? Do you use your creativity to help you?

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We shared ours, now it’s time to share yours! (That’s What She Said)

 

 

How do you make work fun? Is your job fun? How do Mary’s words inspire you? We want to see what you come up with next week!

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