Drafting.

I have hundreds of notes on my phone. Scribbles in journals, endless “Untitled" Google Docs. Poetry, prose, and thoughts brewed in my brain and poured, in their earliest form, into a draft never to be seen again. 

I'm learning that it's okay not to finish every project or piece of writing. The act of creativity holds more weight when measured in moments and consistency. Chaotic yet beautiful bursts of expression. 

A draft is something in its most preliminary form. It's okay to move on from the work that no longer serves you, but drafts left hidden or tucked away and always 'not-quite-finished' rob us of the opportunity to open up dialogue, get feedback and hear the insights of others. How else do we improve our craft? 

The fear of failure and whether our work holds any merit or value can leave us unable to accept the fully-fledged finished product. Hmm, it’s not quite right. Maybe just one more edit… It’s holding us back. 

*Enter Drafting*

Somewhere between crafting and drifting. Drafting is a commitment to myself, my words, and my work. Thoughts about pop culture and ideas on life’s in-between. Reflections on finding purpose and exploring the many shapes and forms of human connection. Big stuff.

A big fat juicy thank you for reading and for showing your interest.

Cheers to half-baked ideas. May we think them, may we begin them, may we hopefully not forget them.