pha·​ses

I went through a lot of phases growing up. Here's a taste:

• Legos

• Marbles

• Hot Wheels

• (Never Pokémon, obviously)

• Cake decorating

• Speed stacks

• Wanting to be a Fashion Designer

• Bead jewelry

• Crocheting (including Amigurumi…)

• Balloon animals

• Piano

• N64/Gamecube/Wii

• Lettering

• Concert/Marching Band

• Xbox 360

• Theatre

• Baking

• Dance/Choreography

• Reading nonfiction

• Greeting cards

• Podcasts (God is Grey, Liturgists, Where do We Begin)

• Line drawing

• Reading novels

Some lasted longer than others, and a few persist to this day. But most dwindled as quickly as they were kindled. My newest phase is blogging (I've linked my blog here, don't worry), and I'm loving it. It feels like an exhilarating mashup of free-writing, finger painting, and Subway Surfer. I'm confident though, that - despite how much I'm enjoying this adventure, this fast-travel exploration of my psyche (curated word-vomit) - I'll move onto another phase in the near future. And another after that. I could let myself look at it as a sign of wayward ungroundedness, or I could choose to see it as "keep[ing] the channel open," as Martha Graham encourages (shared by Austin Kleon). As letting my creativity breathe in and breathe out--gratefully drawing new oxygen from whatever source I pass by and exhaling as beautifully as I can.