I gave myself ten minutes to write this
I gave myself ten minutes to write this I have no idea how to write anymore. I always thought of it as a talent that just existed and could rest in the cupboard behind my suitcases and football boots but I’ve come to realize its a large piece of play-dough that is constantly shaped and moulded by life experiences and meandering ; expanding and contracting with every article or blog written. Positively affected by the warmth of expression and the non-conformity of not having to theorize the best way to present ideas. Instead creativity is met with the frosty reality of well though-out emails plagued with political correctness.