Like writing a song or a poem, I struggle to find the right words to describe the love I'm given. And if you're wondering, no I have not listened to Folklore. They say (whoever they may be) that by your late twenties or early thirties you should have found your "true match" or what ever you hope that means. But that's not the love I'm talking about. I'm talking about the unspoken, annoying, and unconditional type of love. Love we salvage for ourselves and love we ration for others.
I'm not a love expert, and usually hate the four letter word for its ambiguity, but people are driven by it. People are in this world because of it.
Throughout my life I have done a great deal to not take for granted the amount of love I've been given. Friends, family, and the people I meet all have different stories to tell. I can only find myself gracious and humble, knowing that this great life is made a little bit easier by it. How selfish could I be not to accept it? Not to acknowledge it? Or to even suppress it?
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Even in a sky full of grey, we bloom
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I take note of the people I meet: the things they say, the things they do, the things they don't do, and have never been the type of person to just walk away from a boring conversation because I know that everyone has something to give. I do realize though, that there are those specific few people who do not deserve the love I give. One of the truest and most unfortunate realities of life.
We imagine the type of life we want to live, cutting out the pieces and putting them together to form this perfect big picture. This picture perfect love story. And I've realized, I'm not living a love story—I'm living my story and I'm going to write it.
Sometimes we need to ease up on love. We give it a bad rap. We expect so much from it and from people. We find ourselves blind to what forms it manifests. I've even taken the love language quiz and you should, too. I'm not sure how much this quiz is backed up by science, if any, but it has definitely got me thinking. Our actions reflect our feelings and emotions, so much so, that my two tied love languages are "acts of service" and "words of affirmation". To put it lightly, my vacuuming the house, reorganizing the linen closet, creating a garden for my mom, or developing a blog for my 92 year-old grandfather are some examples of random acts of "service" to name a few. It could be my maternal instincts, obsessive cleaning behavior, or just the satisfaction of knowing I did something for someone else to make their lives a bit easier.
However, "words of affirmation" are quite the contrary to acts of service, because sometimes actions don't speak louder than words. It's ironic because as a writer, I am so in tune with language and written sentiments that I often find them more endearing than just a hug or a gift at all. I'll be honest, I like hearing or reading the encouragement, the reasoning behind the affection, and maybe it's because I like having the proof? Not that I ever go looking for it, but I feel like a lot of people give the type of love that is confusing, undefined, and at times discouraging. No more guessing games—just say it.
I found love, and I was never able to really see it or accept the way I was given it. I kept worrying and counting my life on one type of love, finding that one person to get it from, but it's all around me. Finding those tiny blips of joy, laughter, conversation, and connection with a person are closer than you think. Don't be afraid to write your own love story and wait for the love you rightfully deserve.
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I have to admit, I've been trying my best to stay up to date on all things blog, but I've definitely felt good not feeling like I need to rush anything with it either. July has breezed by and I don't think it's too late to set mid-month goals. You have to start somewhere! This will kind of be an update on what I've been up to this summer and some of the things I have planned (amazingly). Summer has felt almost like things have returned to "normal," but I know Chicago is nowhere near that—or anywhere else for that matter.
Having somewhat of a routine this summer has helped keep me motivated, inspired, and productive. If you know me, I always need to have something to keep me occupied. Whether it be a book, an article, gardening, a fitness goal, or what have you. July has been the quick turn around and I have been in the mood to get my sh*t together a bit because I know August is usually a lot more fast paced as school begins to come around. Isn't that crazy?!
01. Continuing my internship with FCB (Foote Cone and Belding) Chicago! In the spring, I had this small pebble of hope that there would be some opportunity for me to enhance my public relations and advertising expertise. However, due to the pandemic, I lost a few internships and I'm sure a lot of my fellow peers did, too. It was only until late June, I was on the phone with the HR rep from FCB and she was describing this unpaid, five-week program that they were just launching called FCB Academy.
I am already on week two and am loving it. I tell everyone that it feels like virtual summer camp because there's so much to do, learn, and so many new people to meet. We meet everyday for agency classes, workshops, roundtables, and assignment share outs. Every week is a new theme with a new initiative towards executing a creative advertising brief. I have already made so many kindred connections and if there's anything I've already learned it's that FCB cares and values everybody as equals.
02. I'm a part time nanny! After 8 years of babysitting, I thought I would get sick of it, but I think childcare is in my blood. Granted, my mom is a preschool teacher. I've never had a problem with watching kids and I think my maternal instincts allow me to do well at the job—no matter the age. It's been a saving grace on the weekends and the best way to make money, in my opinion. Now, I know what you're thinking. How can I nanny during a pandemic? With a mask, of course! To give you reassurance, the parents, who are essential workers, have taken all precautionary measures.
03. My grandpa's blog launch. This has been a month in the making and started out as a discussion of all the written work my 92 year-old grandpa has done over the years as a professor and dean at Michigan State University. Exploring pieces of him and what goes on in that wise brain of his has given me the honor to work on a project like this with him. He talks all things literature, history, philosophy, religion, and all the cards life has dealt him so far on his blog titled, New, Every Morning. I think a lot of people can learn from him, so please give it a read and a support!
Within the next month, I hope to have more of his essays, poems, and articles to share on his blog. I think now is a great time to be accumulating his work. Mainly because I've never seen any of it. My grandpa is kind of the root of my love for writing and creating. I think I at least owe it to him to share his work to those who will find joy, insight, and wisdom from his growth and long life endeavors.
04. Eating with a purpose. I find joy in eating, but I also find it to be an addictive and impulsive habit when I'm really not hungry. The Rohmans are keen to snacking, especially late at night, so I've been working on this impulse and when I feel an urge to sneak into my kitchen cabinet for a handful of Swedish Fish (although treating myself has only been moderated). I will result to eating a bag of frozen grapes or walnuts instead. Maybe it's just because I like to nibble on things because I've only just eaten dinner right before.
I've also made some better choices: replacing regular 2% with almond milk, being sure I eat something fiber-full like yogurt and granola, and eating more veggies to carbs. I won't try calorie tracking apps because I don't believe in them, but starting from the source and having already healthy food accessible has helped tremendously.
If you're feeling like you have to postpone goals or that it's too late and you'll just "start tomorrow," baby steps, baby steps, baby steps. Perfection is not obtainable, but progress is. Whether in your physical, mental, social, professional, academic life. Be kind to yourself, continue to push on the things you love and the ideas that move you, engage in conversations, be true to what you need, and breathe. It's just July!
Every time someone asks me, "Natalie, what do you want to do when you grow up?". Most times I would muster something along the lines of public relations, communications, content creation, but above all else—creative. A percentage of the time I might say something like an environmental conservation PR person, in hopes of one day escaping to the mountains, breathing fresh air, and doing social media for the National Park Service. In reality, I imagine myself working downtown Chicago, as my roots have brought me up here and it would be stupid not to. I mean Chicago is the epicenter of creativity.
In all things I do, I find myself inspired. Less recently, though, it has been hard for me to find creative freedom in what has been a rather challenging and uncertain time period. Our world is going through a lot, and it was time for me to reflect on the things that mattered most. Whether I was comfortable with it or not. You see, creativity does not always come easy. There are many factors that play into these ground-breaking ideas. Great artists didn't just escape onto a yacht in the Mediterranean and say "Here is where I make art". Many of them suffered through current turmoils and strifes—pandemics, even. I'm no Bill Nye of the creative mind, but to put it in perspective; great ideas don't always come easy. When or how we want them to.
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Sometimes creativity comes from nothing (and I wholeheartedly sneer at those who can constantly come up with stuff), and other times it comes from your 8 a.m. iced chai tea latte and that's just your luck. After five years of writing, creating, and developing this blog, I am constantly in a struggle with my own creative agency. Many of my ideas were just sub-par articles of what Google could already tell you. What products you already knew you needed to buy, what ideas were already valid, that golden retrievers are cute, and so on. However, I took ahold of my creative agency, because I knew that my ideas would come if I was patient. I did not dig up some article ideas (although I will be held guilty for those late night Pinterest researches) and I was not happy with what I was writing until it just flowed right off my fingertips.
Being confident with your own creative agency is like creating a dinosaur diorama in fifth grade. We were SO proud of them. The amount of hours spent on the basement floor, hot glueing, cutting cardboard, and making sure your little sister wouldn't play with your Little Tikes dinosaurs that were secured to little plastic ferns you found from your Thomas the Train set. You were ready to show everyone what you worked tirelessly on. Even though we knew that Samantha had the name brand crayons and sequins to win the ribbon and a round of free mini golf. That diorama has, to this day, sat in your basement game cupboard. You will never throw it out because you want your kids to bask in its glory.
I might have gotten a little carried away with dioramas, and there may or may not be one sitting proudly in a closet, but the point is, being confident with your own creative agency comes with its rewards—even if you mess up, fail, or lose the ribbon to Samantha. There's a time and a place, and your time will come.
I live and breathe creativity when it comes to public relations and advertising. Sometimes so much that I can't take it anymore. I need to read someone else's creative ideas, immerse myself on current news, watch commercials, get lost in a book, run outside rather than on my dad's old treadmill, or play somebody else's playlist for a change. Being creative sucks, I get it. Constantly trying to be inspired—to know what the right thing to say, create, draw, or compose is—can suck the living right out of your soul. With all of the late night scribbling in my head, I knew I needed to do one thing to solve my creative road block:
And it was nothing.
In the creative world, everything is fast moving. One idea after the other, and they're not always great ideas. What I've learned is that it's okay to doubt your ideas, to doubt your abilities, and it's definitely okay to stop. There's a lot going on, in the universe and in our minds, and sometimes the best remedy for our creative consciences is to just...pause.
A pause to reset. To realign and reflect has been helpful for me to focus on my 1) mental health, 2) accepting my creative flaws, 3) and to focus on being comfortable with the uncomfortable. In terms of having the time to pause and rationalize with my own inner dealings, but also the fact that these past few months have felt like a never ending social media binge and I knew I had to cut myself off for a bit for the sake of keeping me sane and grounded in the things I love the most.
Here's a little update as to what I've been up to during this pause...
01. Reading. Reading, reading, reading. Articles, news, too much news, and books. My normal summer activity is to fill the last two hours of the day snuggled up reading. I read a lot and take in a lot of information, partly because of what is happening in our world, but also because I have come to realize that it's a pretty nice escape.
Reading has been my most inspiring hobby and I kick myself for not getting into reading sooner. My town has these Little Free Libraries, or these little library mailboxes. Our library is closed, so I've been venturing out and finding random book selections all over. I just finished reading In a Dark, Dark Wood by Ruth Ware. It's a page turning thriller and the best book to read before bed...if you dare.
02. Running. I've always hated running, but the stiff air inside has kept me long enough from running on the treadmill downstairs to creating short little routes around our neighborhood. I like the open air, sometimes running without destination, and just having space and a time to think. There's much solitude in running, so it has been a pleasant heart rate lifter and break from being inside all day.
03. My creative internship with FCB Chicago just kicked off this week! I know it's not much of a pause, but it is a great start to something that will engage and spur my creativity throughout the rest of the summer. My first week of orientation felt somewhat like virtual summer camp. I also learned that FCB Chicago was the founder of orange juice, so the more you know! I am thrilled to continue this internship and learn from some driven industry professionals who work on some very distinguished clients like Coca-Cola, Levi's, and Canon. Although it is an advertising position, I will be able to listen and learn to creators and innovators alike. I'm very grateful to have this experience and get to meet some inspiring people in the process.
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I know having time to think can seem intimidating, even a few days of not creating or being productive can feel like I'm at a stand still and I'm left unmotivated. However, I've learned that taking necessary breaks—even when you don't expect them or think they're needed—can remedy a feeling of distrust with our own creative conscience. This world seems to go a little bit too fast. It can be all talk with not much space to listen and learn. Slow it down and trust yourself. Your ideas will be heard.
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