I like to share. Some might say I'm an over-sharer.
But I just think we could all learn from each other, no?
The past few years have been a whirlwind. Like a wake up and wonder how the hell did I get here kinda whirlwind. Over the past four years, I've started AND ended a business, spent a lot of money, and gained some extra weight (thank you cortisol). But I've also discovered amazing strengths that I never knew I had, like I realized that I am actually quite resilient (step aside Iron Man). I'm also really creative, not to mention I'm usually a lot of fun before 9 pm.
But the most exciting revelation for me was uncovering my passion for writing and marketing.
I guess the passion isn't new - the acceptance of it is. This has been a BIG life lesson that has kept repeating itself over the years. Repeating itself because I was too stupid to get it the first 20 years it kept showing up.
The first time the universe tried to tell me about it was when I was in junior high.
I used to write poetry in a journal like every night in my room listening to my Bon Jovi Keep the Faith Album. Yes the poetry is as EMO as you are imagining it to be. Who knows - maybe one day I'll publish it for our entertainment?
I even placed third in a poetry writing contest two years in a row. Who was this confident pubescent goddess entering poetry contests?!
But things change and so do interests so I closed the chapter on poetry and pursued my new passion for art, which later lead to a career in interior design.
So flash forward to age 25 during my quarter life crisis when the universe tried again.
It was right before I moved to England (we'll save that story for another post) and I was craving a creative outlet. Contrary to popular belief, commercial interior design is often more technical than creative. So I started a blog to scratch that creative itch. If you want to know what was on my mind at 25 and you've already watched Season 3 of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, you can check out that blog here. (There's also highly entertaining anecdotes from my time in England documented there.)
Then writing just kept continuing to sneak its way back into my life even after I quit blogging in 2008. From the marketing I used to do at my day job to the themed party invites I would create (including the one I wrote ENTIRELY in a Minnesota dialect), writing has always been that thing I do that causes me to lose track of time. That's what you're supposed to do more of right? The thing that causes you to lose track of time?
So I'm going to write. And I'm going to share.
So grab a drink. I think you're going to need it.
let me slide into your dm's.
© Candace Wolfe + Co. 2020