Twenty-Something Renaissance This is me growing into myself.

Confession: I have a fear of creatives.

I mean a love artists. But I make a concerted effort not to fall for them. Crush? Yes. Build with? No. The idea of two folks who live in the sky creating a solid foundation just...yeah. I've made it my business to go for the structured types. Ones that respect art but don't create it. It's my attempt at balance, stability and I suppose normalcy.

I also recognize that despite my airy ways, I'm very much an eldest child. I have a if "I don't do it, it won't get done" attitude, I try my best to make everyone happy, and I'm a bit of an overachiever. What if being with an artist makes my take-care-of-the-house-while-mom-is-at-work control-freak self kick in and kills my creative side? What if I lose my go-with-the-flow-ness because my boo is in the clouds (where i should be) and at least one person should be on earth?

Well now I'm rethinking my thought process.

What if falling for an artistic type means I actually get work done because I'm inspired by my lover's work? What if instead of acting as distractions, we push each other to be the best in our realms? What if it means that I won't have to explain why I don't want to be disturbed when I'm in my zone? Or that I'll never have to have that "maybe you should look for something more stable" talk. What if my partner's passion for creating knocks down every writers block? What if it means finding someone who not only respects, but understands, gets, and feels where I am coming from?

What if getting over my fear of falling for artists means finally finding someone who really moves me?