I haven’t been formally “blogging” as much, since I decided to take a different approach to my website. My experience having this space has been super positive, and I really love coming up with new and different pages to add. I love how some others on Neocities refer to their page as their ‘playground’ because that’s exactly been my experience. It’s especially thrilling to break all of the UX and SEO rules that have been drilled into me. I’ve decided to think of it as a ‘living zine’ about, well, me.

The idea of a zine has always appealed to me, but it’s difficult for me to conceptualize something like that because I can’t draw. I’ve always felt that not being able to express myself in a visual way has been super stifling because I want to be creative so badly… especially visually. And yeah, I’ve tried learning to draw but it’s an especially sore spot for me. I’m fragile… I feel like it’s so much easier to make an impression on someone with something visual, rather than making them read large blocks of text (like this).

“Web design” or whatever you want to call it, is apparently a “passion” of mine. I do it at my job. It’s a source of agony for me a bit, because if anything ever happens to my current job, my skills aren’t super marketable because I don’t know Javascript. I spent 8 months trying to learn… but I have dyscalculia and HUGE issues with math-like logic, and just hearing the term “recursion” gives me heart palpitations and makes me want to cry. Basically, it’s not for me. But that’s what being a “front end” person is nowadays. Oh, if only I was 28 in 2006, I probably could have made a decent salary on HTML/CSS knowledge alone.

Creating a space on the web isn’t the only part of it though. I love browsing other people’s sites for inspiration. I’m especially a fan of the site oocities which lets you search old recovered Geocities pages. It just makes me feel warm and fuzzy, idk. I wonder where all of those people are today.

Oh, and web design isn’t my only passion. Another one is data hoarding. I hope to showcase a bunch of old stuff saved on my hard drives from “back then”. I still have so much more to say about my overall experience on the internet, and I enjoy indulging in the nostalgia of retelling it. I have lots of ideas! Even if no one ever reads this, it makes me feel better that this is out there somewhere. (I have friends, I promise...).

~ Sadness
I would consider my younger self creative. My current self? Not so much. I feel like I lost touch with my creativity sometime after college. I wonder if being in a school setting and always learning different things makes that whole process easier. I still learn every day at work, but it’s different. I don’t even get to write essays (although I am a pro at apologizing for the length of my emails).

After settling down and figuring out how best to manage a consistent day job with evenings and weekends off, I focused my energy on getting lost in the ideas of others. It’s almost like I dissociate while watching a movie or playing a game, so I can truly have the experience of being someone else without having to be weighed down by my own consciousness.

Still, I wouldn’t really say I’ve ever dedicated myself to ‘restoring’ my creativity, but that’s because until recently I didn’t think it could be restored. I’ve tried all sorts of “tips and tricks” (and books, and courses) for getting in touch with your creativity and overcoming writer’s block but they didn’t do anything for me. I wrote myself off as a lost cause (my specialty).

I don’t know how this slipped my mind but it was when I came across the phrase “creativity is a muscle” (and a bunch of angry commenters saying THAT’S WRONG, NOT -ACTUALLY- A MUSCLE) that it all started feeling a lot more hopeful. It’s a muscle in the sense that, if you don’t exercise those parts of your brain regularly, they will become less active.

It’s hard to conceptualize creativity as a part of myself, and even harder to measure it. I found a measure that I’m pretty comfortable with using: ideas. I ask myself, “How many ideas do I have that make me want to create?” This is the measure I am using. In the beginning, it was a struggle. I couldn’t think of anything that seemed worth writing about for days. I had loose “ideas” but they only sounded good, they didn’t trigger any kind of creative association in my mind. I kept experimenting with “creative exercises” until I tried something new. A self-interview. I would open a document and write questions that I wanted to explore or learn the answer to (this is especially good for introspective stuff). I answered them as honestly and thoroughly as possible.

I started super basic with questions like, “Describe how it feels to be blocked” and “What would it look like if you were un-blocked?” When I’m in the middle of answering a question, something within my answer will stick out to me and I’ll switch to the interviewer to ask a question about it. Some other good questions might be, “Why is it important for you to be creative?” or “What kind of things do you see yourself writing about?”

It may sound odd but it’s working. Since I’ve been doing this kind of journaling, I’ve noticed changes. Lately, whenever I’m not focusing on something specific, there is a small chance I will get an idea for what I want to write about, say, or just explore about myself more in general.

Some may say ‘anyone can come up with an idea! Explore the bad ideas!’ That may be good advice for some but it wasn’t helpful for me. Of course I could have come up with an idea before, but it felt stiff, dry and forced – hard to work with, like a dead tree. Now, it’s a different type of idea, one that intrigues me and makes me feel look forward to pursuing it. The idea itself branches off in all different directions and inspires me.

This experience has been really cool, and now it’s in writing for the next time I am hopelessly blocked.
I can call myself lazy and without willpower for my eating habits. It might even be true. But it’s not the whole truth.

I, like everyone, have a lot of murky, complex and difficult-to-solve problems in my life which cause me mental/emotional/physical turmoil. I’m going to refer to this turmoil as “stress”.

All stress has the potential to be managed, but some stress can be resolved. Once stress is resolved, it’s usually downgraded to “maintenance” mode.

Resolving stress usually requires some combination of the following: willpower, dedication and a lot of time.

The average human has a common toolkit for coping with stress. Imagine a spectrum from healthy to unhealthy, going from yoga to hard drugs or murder. Every person has a different relationship to each of these coping mechanisms. Some of them help a lot more than others. Food falls somewhere in this spectrum. You can take a wild guess how much this one ‘helps’ me :)

Food, tho. Okay, just hear me out. In some cases it’s not so much about the act of eating and consuming the food itself. It’s about imagining the palpable relief you’re going to feel when you first get the food.

It’s also very much about how “wanting the food” is your desire – a pretty modest one compared to all of your others, and how “acquiring the food” is so infinitesimally easy compared to how much of a struggle everything else seems to be. It costs money, but so does my car payment? What is a $2 doughnut compared to a $15k loan I get to see inch down month after month? When you weigh a doughnut against drugs and alcohol that may impact your health (or just are hella expensive…) the decision becomes simple.

This is my everyday struggle. Do I think grabbing a doughnut in the morning is going to make me feel better about the soul-crushing state of the world? I mean, in the moment… absolutely. Because at least I’ll have that goddamn doughnut.

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