Creativity is easy.. Or is it?

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I’ve been making a living from my creativity for twelve years, I passed most of my classes in high school because of it. I owe most of personality to my creativity.
But when it comes to my work ethic, I owe it to my desire to do the will of God. I owe it my parents examples who still come home tired and worn out. Hard work is apart of my faith and life. So what to do when my gift becomes work? Should I say I’m not creative because it’s requiring more than I’m use to? Maybe the gift has left?
Fear not, I’ve learned creativity is asking you to dig deeper and to try something new. One of the biggest contribution to having a healthy flow is the right amount of rest. Too much rest can make you lazy not enough rest can make you anxious.
My brain works better when I’m using it. (Duh). Reading books and reading articles ask my brain to work and exercise. When I’m spending too much time watching TV or on entertainment I notice it hinders my creative flow. When you do something that doesn’t require your imagination your imagination isn’t being challenged.
Creativity can be hard work. It requires you to sacrifice your time, attention and focus. It requires you to go read a book and to complete it. It requires you to think. We live in a time when we can download an app to think for us. I may not come home physically tired like my parents but I come home mentally tired. The new generation of hard work is using your mind. You can’t afford to waste it on things that don’t matter anymore.
If you’re planning on making a dollar off your creativity, you’re going to have to learn how to think….and people, employees or customers will pay for that.
If I wrote a self help book it would be called, “My zombie days are over!” 🙂

Audio: The Starlight in his eye


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He worked at an okay job for most his adult life. His passion laid far in the distance and occasionally could be heard when spoken of the future.

When asked, “How” and “When”, he would answer with, “Hope” and “Soon.”
The years passed with no real opportunities in view. He kept moving forward even when he heard, “Accept your destiny.”

His comfortable job was soon fading away. Without the safety of his daily living he was left with only the hope of his youth.

The original plan was brought to remembrances.

The dream he once thought would never happen was slowly becoming a reality. And only at the cost of everything. His time, heart, money but most of all himself. He had to do away with the negative personality he grew over the years. It was time to become the person who he was created to be. To live with divine purpose.

When the day of opportunity came, he was ready.

Now when he enters in the room, his passion for life lights it up. He is doing what he loves.  When he wakes up for work he thinks,  “I hope to be doing this for the rest of my life.”

Now, you can see the starlight in his eyes.

Based on a True Story

Audio: Once Upon a Time


Once upon a time I didn’t take photos. I didn’t even edit videos. What did I do with my creativity? -I miss understood it, I miss understood myself.

An old friend commented on my wedding post on facebook and said, “Too bad you didn’t take photos when I got married..” It got me thinking, “Wow, there was a time when I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.”

This is the first photo on my flickr account. It’s of me in LA, back on page 287. When I see this photo, I see a girl who was at the beginning of her journey.

I write this post not to talk about me but to remind you that where you are now doesn’t mean you will be there forever. Life evolves and each year you discover something new about life and yourself. Today, you might be at the beginning of your journey. In a few years, that road will lead you somewhere you never thought possible. You have to choose to keep on moving forward.  To listen to yourself when you say, “I love doing this, wish I could this for a living.”

I remember for years my family misunderstood me, therefore I misunderstood myself. So much of my identity came from them that I was allowing their opinion to shape me. “You’re weird Monica,” my older sisters used to say. They were teenagers then and I was an awkward 12 year old girl. I’m sure I was weird but looking back now I was just trying to figure out who I was and their comments were holding me back.

What helped me was when I discovered God made me creative for a reason. The more I hung out with Him, the more I began to understand myself. I found my image and identity in Him.

‘Once Upon A Time’ may be right now for you. That just means you are at the beginning of the story. Keep moving, even if you feel like you’re the only one pushing yourself.