The Jump

If I am to write, what should I write about? What drives me? What do I find interesting?
I like to think about why I create, why I feel this need to bring ideas into the world and share them.

Do I want validation for the things I create?
I would be lying if I said no.
But that is not what drives me.

I hear and see things in the world that I can’t shake, and they inspire me to create.
I am just beginning to understand the loose threads of that inspiration: why certain things spark something deep inside me, why they pull me into motion.

For too long, I have worked within a profession that does not speak to me.
It sat close to the creative flow I like to drift in, but not within it.
Working in that profession was like sitting in an unfamiliar house, staring out the window, watching my preferred river of creation flow by.

Even though I know the past eighteen years of professional life were not the right fit, it is a scary thing to leave that behind.
To let go.
To decide to jump into another river.