Have you ever wanted to be part of something, or a group, so bad you could feel it in your bones?
This feeling started for me long ago when I was not accepted to the high school show choir - long story of small town politics - and recently hit me when I wasn't accepted to a professional group for 'lack of published writing.'
If you have ever been around a toddler with a crayon, you are aware that creativity comes to us early in life. One line of purple crayon can create an entire story, or multiple stories in the case of Harold.
Goals - I talk a lot about them. The reason is I can still remember a time when I didn't have them. I struggled to get through the day to day. I couldn't see life beyond my current emotion or place in the universe.
I remember feeling hopeless, helpless, worthless, and all around 'less.'