• Cait Pearson

Someday Is Not A Thing

It should be no surprise that I’m going to open this post with taking a minute to think about how lucky we are to be here. Me, writing this, and you, reading this. Someday is not a thing.

I honestly have tried to write this post three times, not really coming up with anything that feels even remotely close to something worth the magnitude of the message I feel in my heart. I guess I’m just going to write whatever comes out and that’s gotta be enough. So bare with me.

You woke up today. You get to do this life. You get to have choices that create outcome and you have the power to bring possibility to the table. The table of your life.

I will never understand how people wallow, or pity. I understand depression so don’t give me that here, but what I’m saying is we can always get help, look for the window. We always have choices, and I can not for the life of me understand the choice to play safe or be small. We have one shot at this.

I don’t know how to really convey how fragile life is and how much you are really capable of in these words on a screen. All I can hope is that you can digest the events of this week in a way that truly wakes you up to the harsh reality of how fragile life really is, and how none of us know how much time is left on that clock.

This is not a lecture because I am human and get stuck here too sometimes. To be honest, Kobe and those people dying really cut deep because my whole family is across the country. I didn’t even talk to them today. The spiral that I could so easily find myself in, the one where fear drives the bus? Yea, I see it, I’m standing next to that black hole, but I don’t jump in because how would that serve me? Serve you? How would that honor the privilege I’ve been given to choose again in each moment.

How would that honor those that don’t have that option anymore?

Is it a day, a week, 6 months, 6 years? 60? It’s our burden to bear that we don’t know the answer but what we do know is the moment we are in right now. So what seems so pointless to stress over, or to get angry about. Who needs to know you love them? That you’re thinking of them? That you’re there and you believe in them?

Maybe this whole rambling is pointless, maybe you get nothing out of it, maybe I just had to write it for myself. To get it out of me, because right now I am sad. I am walking beside my anxiety of “am I doing enough to honor this life?”

I was asked recently, because Roxanne McClaren was on my podcast this week and I interviewed for her show ironically this week as well: she asked,

“What does creativity mean to you?”

I thought about it for a second because it’s not a surface level question for me. Creativity is not about pencil to paper, brush strokes on a canvas, or writing a novel on a screen.

Creativity means taking what’s known and shifting, leaning in, and going deeper.

I think we so easily get caught up in the routine of everyday that we rarely stop to realize we are just going through the motions. So I think the greatest gesture of all is to try and add a little creativity to your day every day you can. I think that feels like honoring this life and staying present with it more.

I hope you’re brave. I hope this hurt spun you a bit. I hope the fragility shook you. I hope we can find a way to live creatively. I hope you’re proud.

Stay Hungry,



If you want to see a couple ways I am experimenting with adding more creativity to my days, head over to my Instagram and check out today’s post!

Also, tomorrow’s solo episode of the She’s Hungry Podcast, “Creativity Means: Celebrating Life” please sit down when you listen to it. Xx


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