As a kid I wanted to be a fireman. Astronaut, ninja, and daredevil were all viable options as well. Needless to say, the only one of those that came to fruition is the ninja one.
Okay, okay. I’m not a ninja. Way to crush my dreams, dream killer.
I am none of those things and I’m okay with that. As I grew I realized I was meant to do something creative with my life and I just started working my way toward that recently. I have a few creative outlets in my job, but not as many as I’d like. It’s when I sit down and write, or sit down and draw, or grab my camera and go for a hike, or build something with the assortment of tools in my basement that I truly feel creative. And from creativity comes calmness and happiness, also a sense of accomplishment.
I was always one of those people who can just do things without putting in too much effort, so I didn’t. I coasted through life and just went with the flow, careful to never put in more effort than was necessary. School was especially that way for me. Even through college I hardly ever studied and still did well, which I find odd because I have a terrible memory in most cases. I tend to remember weird and obscure things over common knowledge tidbits.
Anyway, as I got beyond the schooling and into the world of a 9 to 5, I quickly realized that creative things are some of the few things I enjoy doing and am happy to put extra effort into.
Creativity is my lifeblood. Without it, I would be an empty husk of a man, and nobody wants that. So be a good minion and buy 10,000 copies of everything I release in the future and disperse them to everyone you encounter. As the cat in the hat would say, “Thanks, so much. You’re very kind.” If you can’t afford 10,000 copies, I’m alright with a few of you only buying 9,999. Just don’t make a habit of it.