Being Goldilocks

I've spent my entire life in a pursuit for creativity. From crayon scrawls across the walls of our home to years spent with some instrument cradled on my lap, to walking in May '06 with a B.A. in English Literature, I have pursued a sundry list of arts and humanities that would make any mini-van mom quail.

While it's easier to give into temptation and say, "Oh, but none of those *other* pursuits was the right one for me," it would be a lie.

As I grow older and get more life experience under my belt, I have come to realize that, at any given moment in our lives, we are searching for what we need — at that given moment. And what we need (to express, to create, to accomplish) changes as we age. When I went through my sketching phase, creating visual representations of the world as I saw it was what I needed to do. When I packed up my musical instruments following my last music courses in college — and the subsequent four year hiatus — to pursue publication with fiction? It was what I needed at the time.

I needed those things to help me grow as an individual. Kind of like that phrase, "a well-rounded education"…

Which brings me to songwriting — the latest in a string of artistic pursuits. At this moment, it feels *right*, a little like Goldilocks in the Bears' house. Right now, telling stories (and exorcising personal demons) with words and music is what I need. You won't find me touting it over my fiction or other endeavors (though songwriting certainly seems to more closely match the pace of my personality than other arts I've tried), because I know — in time — I will need those other things, too.

I am Goldilocks, and have just sat in Baby Bears' chair because it meets my creative desires right now.