When you feel like you’ve been in a dead sprint for quite sometime, maybe this is the year to breathe.

Happy New Year, Red Vine Family. I realize that it’s February 5th: a whole thirty-six days after the New Year.

I’m learning as I run this race that my creative can’t be stuffed into a little square on the calendar. Creative needs time to run. She needs time to breathe, to feel the wind, to sift out her feelings and mix in experience. I can’t rush her. I can’t schedule her. So, instead, I let her decompress after Christmas, and I let her settle into a new year and a new word and new set of expectations. Continue reading