My final rant on the absurdity of "New Year, New You," comes from the discovery that as I get older, the goal becomes less and less to become some other, "better" version of me. Instead, I'm constantly trying to remember and return to my forgotten 10-year old self,  who was bullied for being weird.

And I was. Totally weird.
(Still am!)

But that same weirdness is the thing that feeds my creativity, and all my best sparks are in that weirdness.

What I want most for all of us is a chance to return to our original selves.
To tap into that heart and naiveté and oddball of our pre-adolescent selves.

And find our tribe - there. 
The people who cackle with us, whose eyes twinkle at our devious plans, who want to join the roller coaster of our wild imaginings.



******

If you're struggling with making time or space for your creative practice, I hear you. I'd love to connect. Come find me on Instagram @SamGarlandNYC.


(photo credit: Janae Jones Photography)  

Come check out the Hot Mess series on TikTok, and watch as I lose my mind - and find it again - writing, producing, and acting in a show!

#CreatingIsHealing🦋