All That White Space

When I dubbed this space Brave Girl 2 years ago. When I debated between Mrs. Eaves & Liberator as my brand typeface, I didn't know it would unleash the deep dusty corners within me and put them on display. I felt exposed every time I opened up a new post.

All that white space.
As in-the-moment as words from your head to your fingers can craft.

The soul-dripping writing I do for Brave Girl stems from the type of conversations I enjoy having with other people. I like to talk about topics deeper than the weather, especially if we've just met. Ground me in your current passions, tell me of the revelation you had this morning when you saw your reflection in the mirror. If you begin our conversation by reiterating what I can see outside that window, you've lost my interest.

Dig deeper.

Desiring these types of connections is both curse & blessing. It's kept me from enjoying fun gatherings, light-hearted conversations, and from having friends in every corner of my little world. Curse.

But I have faith in my innate innocence, respond to my intuition consistently, and honor my relationships with all living creatures. Blessing.

There are endless blessings to this desire of mine but, admittedly, it's a poor framework to construct a solid personal brand from. Foundational? Yes. Seemingly flighty? Entirely.

I've laid some beautiful groundwork in this space over the last 2 years that's allowed me to blossom creatively. I'm unwavering in my discovery. I'm a curious person unapologetic for the internal pull to constantly explore all layers of my creativity. If that was the sole purpose of this space, I am gratefully fulfilled by it.

But I can't let it go. Wondering what's next for Brave Girl keeps me up at night.

What is this space calling to be evolved to?