The Places I’ll Go

12 01 2013

dr-seuss

It’s time to turn a new page. That’s my thought as I write the last page of my journal.  I get a little reflective as I end something and start something new. Next week I’m facilitating my first group through the Art’s Council on The Artist Way at Work, based on a book that has been important to my journey. While reflecting on the past and the present, I look forward to where this journey is taking me.

My Creative Journey

Five years ago my then new boss told me I wouldn’t make another round of budget cuts and I should consider a job in sales. She saw me as a dinosaur. I was criticized for being a bad proofer. I’m a graphic designer, didn’t she know designers just look at words, we don’t read them?!

This led me to say YES to being on the Board of my professional club, the American Advertising Federation-Baton Rouge (AAF-BR).

I read the Artist’s Way for a second time.

This made me realize that while I still love design, when I started it wasn’t so solitary. I could now go all day sitting in front of a computer with no human interaction. I hate this. I’m an extrovert. I must talk to people in order to know what I’m thinking.

I make a decision to get over my fear of public speaking. I put myself in positions of HAVING to talk in front of people.

youer than you

That new boss quits and moves away. I become President of AAF-BR. Every email I send out as president has a typo in it and I still win District President of the Year.

I start giving workshops on Creativity and Innovation outside of my day job.

I started a side business, Greenview Designs. I designed my own logo and business card. I gave myself the title Creativity Coach.

Be who you say

I started this blog, My Creative Journey, so my creative  voice can be heard.

In the middle of the night, I stumble upon a bloghop by this group of midlife women bloggers called GenFab (Generation Fabulous).

weirdness

I become part of the FABULOUS GenFab blogger/writer tribe—a group of supportive, creative women who are changing how the world looks at midlife. (They don’t kick me out because of my typos.)

My blog makes it into a GenFab bloghop and I’m in Huffington freakin’ Post.

I make plans to attend BlogHer this summer in Chicago.

This week, I will lead a group based on the book The Artist’s Way at Work. It’s how to nurture the creative spirit within you.

today is your day

The thing about journeys is that they take you to unexpected places. I’ll keep telling you about my unexpected twists, turns and falls. Feel free to let me know yours. Oh, the places we’ll go!

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Timeless Tips from a Fashionista

6 01 2013

mcleodturban

Morning
I am a fashionista from the moment I step out of the shower when I don the classic, timeless turban. I particularly like the animal print. It goes with another classic, the fire-engine-red robe. It is belted at the waist to give the illusion of an hourglass silhouette. This look never goes out of style.

mcleod nightgown

Noon
While baking at home, I find it most practical and fashion forward to stay in my nightgown. This attire is multipurpose and can also be used to clean your hands while cooking. The must-have red fuzzy socks go with most anything in your closet and is a staple in any wardrobe.

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Evening
This is perhaps my sexiest look. The oversized retro tie-dye t-shirt also hide those holiday pounds. Tie it together with the exercise capris and you’ve got a look that will take you from daytime cleaning to that late afternoon yard work. Finish off this look with the red Crocs; another must for any fashionista (yes, I love to have a splash of red in my fashion palette)! Add a visor from a favorite bar and you will have the neighbors thinking the grass is indeed greener at your house. My sweetie says I never look sexier than when I’m doing yard work. I tell him the same thing whenever he has a vacuum cleaner in his hands. This attire is also good for painting, I find the paint splatters add that little devil-may-care attention to this look. Good for all seasons.

You just have to click the follow button to read about my continuing adventures on “My Creative Journey”. I made the Huffington Post with this. I’m #16!





Wild Woman

24 11 2012

My mom dresses just like the Cosmo Girl.

Caution: contains explicit language; I’m quoting my mother.

At some points in my life…I sometimes…have been known to flash certain people. Not in public, mind you, but I have been known to flash my daughter as well as my sweetie. Not at the same time—that would be weird. So it just came to their awareness that they had both been recipients of this gift. Which led them to ask, “Why?” I replied, “ Well, it’s kinda like when Nana flips you off.” Both my daughter and sweetie were perplexed and said, “Nana has never flipped me off.” This led me to the realization that I need to start writing down my mother’s wild woman stories.

History
What makes Mom’s stories so wild to me is that I’ve watched her grow into her wildness. She’s gotten feisty in her senior years. At 84, she’s clear as a bell and can always read her audience and knows just how outrageous she can be. She’s got that sweet, little ole lady thing going for her; think a southern, genteel, frail, Betty White.

Dinner Conversation
We traveled to her Texas family roots for a holiday a few years back. The family adores each others stories and the more outrageous they are, the louder we laugh. We tell the same ones over and over and all talk at the same time. Mom’s brother is known to email the raunchiest of jokes to his daughters. We think we’re all hilarious. So as we gather round the table Mom tells everyone about her new boyfriend, Dick (that’s really his name) at the nursing home. She tells us one night she carried her boom box down to Dick’s room, very late, when everyone was asleep. She slips quietly into his room turns the sexy music on and she proceeds to do a strip tease for him. She then, picks up her boom box and goes back to her room. The next day, Dick tells her that he had the strangest dream. She never tells him it wasn’t a dream.

The Night Shift
Not long after this, Dick and Mom move into the same room. She tells us all that she can’t get any sleep. The night shift, she says, “keep coming in our room all night trying to catch us f*#king!”

The ER
Mom is frail and falls more often these days, which seriously concern me. She took a tumble recently that put her in the ER. Her hand needed stitching up. It was a bad cut, but it was a minor injury in the ER. While the staff was sewing her up, she engaged them in a friendly conversation. I’ve learned to be quiet when she’s on a roll. She was telling them about her “fiancé” Dick. She said, “I have no interest in getting married, but I did make him put a ring on my finger,” holding up her uninjured hand. She was rambling on about him and how he’s such a picky eater. The ER staff was listening politely. She then said, “So I asked him, what do you like to eat? You know what he said? He said he likes to eat pussy.” This comment had them in stitches.

My DNA
I realize I have this wild woman gene in me. My daughter has already witnessed her own future ‘cause she has it too. I guess it’s time to go flash someone.