The Art of Having an Overactive Imagination
Without structure my brain is like a toddler at a birthday party who’s just been handed a taser.
As the flowers begin to bloom, my creative soul makes it’s way out of hibernation.
My creative mind refuses to sleep. She’s constantly dancing with new ideas, most of which gets discarded five minutes later because it’s too overwhelming.
My creative soul longs for freedom, to be left to run wild.
She wants a place with no boundaries where the opportunities are limitless.
She believes structure is overrated but without it my brain is like a toddler at a birthday party who’s just been handed a taser.
