Let me try this…

I’ve wanted a to find a place to dump my thoughts… and then I saw THIS format … and while it may just be another random post done my way! Writing this with intention… that’s the point right? To connect, to share your thoughts, let others know that it’s ok to feel, it’s ok to just say “let me try this”…

Writing this is literally a brain dump so it may go from left to right but as long as the message is clear then it’s ok! I guess what I’m trying to say is that sometimes the moment won’t feel like… it’s the perfect opportunity-in fact, the perfect opportunity never really is the perfect opportunity but it works because we shoot our shot. Secretly, I’ve been doing that a-lot lately. I’ve been stepping back at the free throw line saying let me try-this, or that…because, why NOT? You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take so that’s kinda like-giving up right? I mean how will you ever know what “SWOOSH” feels like if you’re clenching the ball to your chest?

I don’t know, in most things I’ve never really fully leaned in ... It’s like, I’ve just never given myself permission to just try this!! Try to give this one thing a shot… It’s funny in this moment I’m connecting basketball to the game of life! I do that often, I connect things to get the narrative that I’ve created in my brain…. i call myself an artist- Wait, SEE….

I’m don’t it again.. rambling because that’s how my thoughts work they keep going and going! A friend asked me, do you ever get burned out-or exhausted from being creative?

I can’t explain it, for many years trauma stole these moments from me… Now, I have permission to create! I can’t turn it of, I can’t slow it down… it never stops, and that scares me! I often wonder do others feel like me. I liken it to basketball…. Creativity is my court.

My outlet. My oxygen. I don’t just make—I need to.Like a hooper who don’t just play for points, but for peace.For purpose.For pulse.I mean, feel rhythm like a player feels the ball—familiar, warm, alive in their hands.Ideas bounce in my brain like a perfect dribble—controlled,but wild enough to run.Writing hits me like a crossover….fast, unexpected,breaking ankles and breaking silence. Photography? That’s my jump shot—form, light, timing—release and follow-through.I taste music like sweat dripping down the lane,hear it like sneakers on wood.I edit like I’m running a full-court press—tight, relentless,heart in my throat but joy in my chest. This isn’t a hobby.It’s not even a choice.It’s a last-second shot with no backup plan. i love creating the way a hooper loves the game— they say let me try this..not for the trophies, but because it’s the only place they ever felt seen,whole,real.

I can’t live without it.Because without creating,I’m just a body on the bench. watching life pass. And me?

I was made to play. #swoosh