I find it incredibly easy to talk to anyone about anything, well almost anything, when it comes to talking about myself, I don’t find an easy way to communicate. I can stand in the queue at the supermarket checkout and talk to the person beside me about the origin of the frozen peas in by basket or stand in front of a room filled with people and field questions about a chosen topic with ease. Yet ask me what I want in life or what gives me joy I will stare blankly at the wall to the right of your eyes.
I’ve always been a private person, only showing people a side of me that I want them to see. Since sharing with people, the problems I’ve faced and the ones that continue to surface in my unconscious quest to be a serial entrepreneur and how turning these potentially negative situations into creative inspiration has led me becoming more open.
I’ve spent my entire life in a form of self-imposed isolation, finding new ways to communicate with the world around me, only to find I only communicate to that world a very small, considered and curated part of me. Sort of like my own social network where I only post the fun photos that I want everyone to be jealous of.
A few of the creative outlets I’ve dabbled with to date include; painting, photography, poetry, song writing, musical compositions and even foray into textile and fashion design. Each time, perfecting the art to my own satisfactory level and moving on the next, all the while using the excuse that fellow Taurus, Leonardo da Vinci did the same – dabbled in many an art form while exploring the world around him and he didn’t go down too bad in the history books.
There’s a creative outlet for every dilemma, and there’s someone at the other end who will love what you create. I keep telling the creative people in my life this at every opportunity I get. It wasn’t until a recent encounter, however, when someone serendipitously happened upon an abstract photograph had taken many years ago and fell in love with it that I actually started to believe it myself. In that instant, she imagined it hanging in her kitchen so clearly that I too imagined it. She walked out with the photograph under her arm, no charge of course. How could I separate the two after such a meeting – a small token of thanks for inspiring me to communicate more openly with the world around me.
Writing about my experiences and how they translate into the world around me comes more naturally than anything else to date. So here is my blog, written for me, knowing that somewhere out there, at least one person in the world will love what is here and that’s as good enough a reason as any.