I’ve been asked a lot lately how to describe myself and I keep coming back to one important center in my life: I make things.
Professionally, I write. Sometimes, I write lots of fun things. Sometimes, they even let me touch a video.
Or write a fun little quiz.
But at home, I like making things too: poorly conceived recipes I have to rescue and then put in Tupperware to bring for lunch, small essays on the things I’ve yet to truly work through that stay logged in my Google Docs, even crochet scarves that I started as holiday gifts in 2014 and have yet to finish.
I love when I look at something that’s a void, a vacuum, a space to which no characteristics can be attributed and in the after it’s a thing that makes people laugh or share or think.
That spark of something you’ve made that does something good for the world, for a moment or a lifetime, is half the reason that I get up in the morning.
Well, that and mini Reese’s peanut butter cups.