Look at me posting early in the day LOL! (It's the little things sometimes! 🥳) Pretend you're standing in a sun-warmed Mediterranean courtyard. The stone has a story.The linen has texture.The figs are perfectly imperfect.The lemon refuses to be ignored. Now ask yourself: What are you drawn to first? - The color? - The texture? - The shape? - The contrast? Because that's usually the clue to what wants to show up in your next piece of art. Sometimes inspiration isn't a a picture. Sometimes it's a feeling wrapped in color, texture, and possibility. 👇 What grabs your attention first in this moodboard?

So... yesterday and today were supposed to be productive. Instead, I got an unexpected lesson in what I'm now calling the Mercury Scary. ☠️ I hopped on a zoom call, ready to focus on my business, when Craig suddenly came barreling into the house in full panic mode... and immediately started stripping off his clothes and putting them in a trash bag while on the phone with someone. Naturally, this seemed concerning. (Thank God I didn't have the camera or audio turned on! 🤣) Turns out the storage unit he had purchased and cleaned out contained beakers, vials, and Mercury. Before the day was over, the police, fire department, and multiple government agencies were involved. The storage unit got roped off like a crime scene. The police asked if he was making meth. His response: "I called YOU guys." Meanwhile, the fire department cleared him to come home, but then another agency called to explain they would be visiting today to test the mercury levels on everything he brought home, his truck, his clothing, and basically anything that may have crossed paths with him. Then came instructions on how to dispose of the clothing and shoes he had been wearing. How to clean the floors. Checking the dog's paws. Then checking the cat's paws. Then, walking through the house with a flashlight to see if microscopic mercury particles had somehow hitchhiked their way into the house. And somewhere in the middle of all this... My business call was still happening, and our dinner was now burning. Whatever I was supposed to be doing completely left the building. The moral of the story? Some days you're crushing your goals. Some days you're helping inspect pet paws for toxic metals while trying not to burn the house down while in the middle of a hot flash. Both count as surviving the day. Creative entrepreneurs tend to beat themselves up for the things they didn't get done. But life happens. Businesses are built in the middle of chaos, interruptions, unexpected detours, and occasionally hazardous materials.

Remember in school when Show & Tell was like… “Here’s my rock.” And somehow another kid rolled in with a live turtle, a haunted porcelain doll, and a story about their uncle finding treasure in a ditch? Yeah. This is the grown-up creative version of that. 😏 I want to see what your brain has been cooking up lately. Finished. Half-finished. Slightly unhinged. Covered in glitter. Held together with caffeine and blind confidence. Show us: 🎨 art 🧵 projects 📸 photos 🛠 experiments 📚 ideas 💡 sketches 🔥 happy accidents 👀 something you almost didn’t share because your inner critic was being dramatic again And because this is Creative AF… bonus points if there’s a weird/funny/backstory behind it. Drop your latest creation in the comments and tell us: 👉 What inspired it? 👉 What almost made you quit it? 👉 Or what weird little detail are you secretly obsessed with? Tiny reminder from the creative gremlins in the ceiling: You do not need permission to share your work before it’s “perfect.”

I’m having a real WTF moment realizing it’s Wednesday. Yesterday, we had to make the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye to our beloved horse, Simply. For 9 years, my days were shaped around him… checking on him, caring for him, just being with him. Simply, was literally our way of life. And now… there’s this quiet space where that rhythm used to live. Grief does something strange to time. The world keeps moving as if nothing changed, but for you… everything feels slowed down, like you’re walking through it in a different reality. So today, there is no artwork to share, no, "what's the focus" for the week. Just a question and a poem: How do you grieve? For me… I’ve learned to feel it. All of it. The waves, the heaviness, the moments that catch you off guard. I didn’t always do that. When Eric passed, I tried to be “strong.” I pushed it down, held it together… and it only delayed the healing. It wasn’t until I let myself actually feel the things I didn’t want to feel that something began to shift. Somewhere in that process, I found my way back to creating from passion instead of performance. Writing. Designing. Letting the emotion move through something instead of getting stuck inside me. It became a release. A quiet place to put the pain… and somehow turn it into something meaningful. Today, I want to share something I wrote in honor of our sweet boy… whose name couldn’t have been more fitting: Simply Worth the Wait You carried more than riders, and jumped more than hurdles, You carried our joy & sorrows through life’s tightest circles, a quiet reminder the journey is Simply worth the wait. They spoke in low numbers, said chances were small, But you answered by staying, outlasting it all, a living reminder that faith is Simply worth the wait. Through love and through prayer, through each fragile day, You gave us more time than they said you would stay, a miracle reminder that hope is Simply worth the wait. When Loss tried to find us and pull us apart,

Some days you wake up ready to conquer the world… and some days life walks in like, “Yeah… we’re gonna need a softer plan today.” 💛 If your focus feels off, scattered, or just plain hard… it might not be a discipline problem. Sometimes… it’s because your heart is holding something bigger. Right now, mine is. Our sweet Simply is nearing the end of his journey… and my mind keeps drifting back to him. And here’s the part we don’t talk about enough: 👉 You can still show up AND feel it all. This morning I gave myself two 20-minute pockets of focus… and honestly? That felt like a win. Not because everything is getting done… but because I showed up in the middle of the grief I’m carrying. So if today feels heavy, try this instead: 👉 The Gentle Focus Method Pick ONE thing. Set a timer (10–20 minutes). Give it your attention… and nothing else. Then pause. If your mind drifts back to what’s on your heart… don’t fight it. Give it a moment. Let it breathe. Then come back. Because focus isn’t about shutting life out… it’s about learning how to move with it. ✨ So tell me… what’s your one 10-20 minute thing today?