There’s a very serious creative director at work in my house, and she has four legs, a tail, and absolutely no understanding of deadlines.
She shows up right when I’m trying to think of blogging ideas—stares at me like I’ve forgotten the most important thing in the world (which, according to her, is snack time), then dramatically flops down as if to say, “Clearly, you need to sit here with me and reconsider your life choices.”
And somehow… it works.
Somewhere between the head tilts, the sighs, and the gentle paw on my arm, ideas start to come back. Slower. Softer. More grounded. Less forcing, more noticing.
Maybe that’s her real job title: Chief Inspiration Officer of Forced Rest and Unexpected Clarity.
So yes, she thinks she’s helping me think up blog ideas.
And honestly? She’s not wrong.