Firework Thoughts
Sparking Creativity on State Highway 50
As someone who has always found solace in the rhythm of words and the craft of storytelling, stepping away from writing more or less full time after taking a new job, feels like leaving a part of myself behind.
The transition into my new role, while exhilarating, has not been without its sacrifices. The responsibilities that come with this new job, combined with my ongoing commitments — be it my podcasts, the endeavor to reach a milestone with my Substack newsletter, or the countless other duties that demand my attention — have left my days feeling like a jigsaw puzzle that refuses to fit.
It’s a peculiar feeling, this longing to write. It’s akin to missing a dear friend with whom you’ve shared your deepest secrets and brightest ideas. There’s a certain magic in translating thoughts into words, a magic I find myself yearning for amidst new processes, meetings, and deadlines. The irony isn’t lost on me; writing about business, politics, and social issues has always been a way to decipher the world, yet now, the world demands so much of my time that writing has become a distant memory.
But here’s the thing about memories — they have a way of making their presence felt — usually with some sort of prompt, nudging you gently but persistently, reminding you of what makes your heart beat faster.
