There’s a silent, dominating energy that emerges from the shadows when chaos departs. It’s the rebirth of your creative spirit.

For me, embracing minimalism and navigating the tumultuous waters of divorce was not a downfall, but a liberation.

Most associate minimalism with the reduction of physical items — a decluttered room, a pared-down wardrobe. But it’s more than that.

Minimalism is the audacious act of stripping down your life to its core, discarding the superfluous to make space for what truly matters.

As I purged the unnecessary from my surroundings, I inadvertently cleansed my mind. The fog that clouded my thoughts began to disperse, laying bare a raw canvas of clarity and precision.

Now, let’s address the elephant in the room: divorce. Often portrayed as the pinnacle of personal failure, this experience was, for me, a lesson in resilience and personal growth. Like a phoenix, I emerged from the ashes with a heightened sense of self-awareness and determination.

The divorce, rather than a conclusion, was an overture to a chapter of self-renewal and unmatched creativity.

Before my transformation, my writings were verbose, shrouded in ambiguity and lackluster in impact. They echoed the internal chaos I felt but was too afraid to confront.

But as the clutter — both mental and physical — began to diminish, so did the obstructions to my creative flow.

Words began pouring onto the paper with intensity and verve. They were unapologetic, fierce, and direct. The walls of resistance crumbled, and I began to produce my most potent and provocative works yet.

Now, some might argue that the monthly flights from Dallas-Fort Worth to Los Angeles to spend time with my kids could be a hindrance. On the contrary, these trips are my sanctuary.

The steady hum of the aircraft, the transition between states, even the temporary disconnection from the world below, gave me an invaluable perspective. Each flight became a meditative ritual, an opportunity to reflect and recalibrate.

And it was during these airborne moments, as I penned thoughts looking out at the vastness of the skies, that some of my most profound insights emerged.

Seeing my children is a reminder of the purity and honesty of emotions. Their laughter, their tears, their boundless curiosity inspired me to infuse my writing with the same authenticity and rawness.

They became my compass, reminding me to stay true to my voice and never shy away from expressing the depth of my experiences.

So, to all the writers out there: Embrace the experiences life throws at you. Whether it’s minimalism, divorce, or any other transformational experience, let it fuel your creative fire.

Strip away the extraneous, confront the chaos, and hone into the core of your being. This isn’t just about simplifying or ending a relationship; it’s about rediscovering yourself and magnifying your craft.

I am living proof that when you brave the storm, your creative prowess can skyrocket to unimaginable heights. Seven times might sound like hyperbole, but it’s my truth. It’s real, it’s raw, and it’s waiting for you to seize it.

In the fierce battle between chaos and creativity, always bet on yourself. Embrace the trials, the flights, the moments of solitude.

Let them be your muse, your catalyst, and watch as your artistry evolves in ways you never dreamed possible.

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