I lost my creative flow

​We have been under COVID for a few months, during this time I had no desire to write.  I was creatively stuck. I also didn't want to come out with 10 top tips for COVID or how to stay motivated. I was beginning to pull away from the norm.

I knew I wanted to do something different, be more me. I just didn't have a clue how.

Let me say it has been a great 2 months for me, honestly, it has. I have relished in the quiet time and taken a huge look at who I am and what makes me tick.

I have embraced my health and given my health a reboot with Thrive.

 I was still stuck on was my blog, I worked hard to get it going; I loved it. But didn't have a clue what to write.

If I am honest, the cliche 10 tips, or what to do when isn't my jam. I am not a rule-following, do what people want kinda girl.

I am honest, share my story. I share it for healing for myself, and think I am doing good if 1 person reads it.

My first Blog The Night that Changed Everything I was myself,  and it was what people wanted because so far close to 40,000 people have read it.

I got lost after that with the need to be popular, the need to have people read my blog. I wrote for people, and not for me.

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​No wonder I was stuck with what to write next.

Around my last birthday I had an epiphany That shook me to my core. I was brought back to the time I had a  dream and the moment I walked away from that dream.

When I was a teenager I love photography, loved being able to express myself, and share with the world how I saw it. I wanted to go to Ryerson University and study Photo-Journalism.

During High School I took photography and then in grade 12, had a Co-op job working at a Newspaper downtown Toronto, run by youth for youth. It was a blast and I loved learning, being a part of the team, and being appreciated for my talent.

I also had a boyfriend and would spend most weekends at his house. My mom didn't like this arrangement so much and told me one day. "If you like staying there so much why don't you move there."

Which is what I did, I moved out shortly after that, within a week.

My parents where mad and wouldn't let me take any of my furniture or much of my stuff. The camera I was using my dad had given me to use. He asked for it back, I was gutted and at that moment I gave back the camera was the moment I let my photography dream slip away.

I closed that chapter, gave up, and moved on.

Over the years, I have taken pictures, loved it but never fully allowing myself to be free in it. Until now.

I bought myself a camera for my birthday and making my photo-journalism page. I can blog take pictures and fulfill my dream. When I remembered that moment of walking away from that dream, I also say it wasn't over and can create a new one.

Moving forward my blogs will be about my photos, my creativeness, and doing life with on the West Side.

I look forward to sharing this adventure with you.

​xo

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