I really need to get back into my creative side. Used to write poetry all the time in K to 12 and early university. But then family members would discover it, throw out my writings and journals and tell me to “stop wasting my time with that stuff.” I now realize that part of why

I use the internet and social media like a public diary and/or confessional is because someone can throw out your personal diary or journal into the trash, but no one can throw out your internet history (it exists so long as the internet does).

Now my brain associates writing music poetry or making art with the shocking news of learning your mother has cancer and then 4 years of not knowing when your mother will die, and then it happens. Can’t believe it took a global pandemic to get me to realize this

In all honesty, I never start making art music or poetry; I just channeled it into other things when I couldn’t go that route (my stints in politics, activism, escapism, reality tv blogging, one liners). And why? Because I was bored

I used to write songs growing up but I wasn’t in an environment in which my creativity was encouraged. I was supposed to audition for music school in 2006, but when my mother got a cancer diagnosis, the trauma shut off that side of me.