Creative Life Midwife

Inspiring Artistic Rebirth

Introduction to “The Creative Path to Peace”

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You’re here!

I’m thrilled to know you have arrived. Today and for the month of January, we will be partnering to overcome your blocks to creativity by building bridges through the power of artful processes – mostly writing across different genre, using theater techniques and mixed media art.

Who am I and why am I blogging this now? I am grateful to be spending January with you as we explore this unique creative path to peace. What do you think when you hear blocks described: writer’s block, procrastination, lack of motivation – whatever form block takes for you – how does it feel in your body?

How effective have you been at eliminating it or crossing over and through it when it arrives, uninvited?

I believe creativity is a practice and a process which sometimes turns into something amazing – some sort of tangible, “Hey world, look what I made!”. Much of the time, the point of the process is found in the art of activity, the joy of making simply because our heart is calling us to healing or presence or better.

This is something productivity driven people often forget. We have been taught there is only value when we make something: to receive money (hopefully in large amounts) in exchange for it.

Yes, it is lovely when financial abundance is returned to us in floods of wealth and sometimes – the process of healing and feeling better or simply having a joyful moment (or many moments) is infinitely more valuable than “crushing it” in bank deposits from our art.

This is the beginning of my why – and now, for my who: My name is Julie Jordan-Scott. I have been a life purpose and creative life coach since 1999. I took a few years away when I had some extreme crises and sequential losses and yes, even a near death experience in 2019. 

My heart was always tuned into the personal development world and my “holding on” was often done using creative and art practices whether that meant theater or singing karaoke or writing poetry or taking photos or making collage books, I survived and I kept surviving and like a weasel I just didn’t give up.

I wish I had someone had spoken to me about what I will be speaking to you through this blog series.

You may be surprised by what we get into here – a lot of this includes healing in unique ways and the “bridge” metaphor is one I have used for years because… it works. 

I would love more than anything to hear from you.

Two questions: What is your strongest memory or experience of “making something”?

What beliefs do you have around creativity? These may show up as “I am not creative,” or “I can’t draw” or “Creativity is not my thing.” It may be “I used to love drawing when I was a kid!” or “Before I had to work for a living, I did community theater.”

First rule of “Julie-land” is whatever you say in the comments is perfect and exactly right.

The second rule of Julie-land is if you aren’t comfortable answering in the comments, you may instead send me a message or email me directly and we can communicate privately.

Thrilled and grateful to be on this Creative Path to Peace adventure with you!

Julie Jordan Scott is a 🌟 Creative Life Coach & Muse Cultivator

 🎨 | Award-Winning Writer/Actor/Storyteller

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🎁   Your presence here makes me feel grateful. 

✍🏻I am a writer first, writing & creativity coach, multi passionate creative next. Writing has always been my anchor art and to her I always return. Thankfully, with great love.

🎯 My aim is to create content here that inspires and instructs – if there is ever a topic you would like for me to explore, please reach out and tell me. My ultimate goal is to create posts, videos and more that speak to your desires as well as mine because where these two intersect, our collaborative, joyful energy ignites into a fire of love, light and passionate creativity.

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Life After: My Vulnerable Sharing Five Years Ago leads to more Self-Compassion Now

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One of the most important aspects of this blog series is rediscovering the experiences from five years ago from a space of deep compassion. I’ve realized how detached I have been from this experience, perhaps because it is frightening to remember and so many other “more important” things have happened since then. More on that tomorrow.

For now, this is what I said to my friends near and far on October 29, 2019 –

I’m recovering at home, slowly and surely. The most inconsistent part of this process is my mood.

Vulnerability alert: Since I’ve been home, I’ve been afraid of a lot of random things. Lately I’ve been afraid when my hands are cold. When Sepsis descended and death came close, that was what I felt, so very cold – and the nurse (at least how I remember it) wrapped my hands in heated sheets.

Sometimes I’m afraid of falling asleep.

I’m sometimes afraid of eating and even get worried about my medicines. And yes, I talked to my doctor about this.

My senses have also become really acute. My sense of smell is what I imagine is animal like, my hearing fine tuned.

Five years ago, I was recovering from a near death experience. This is how I looked - not horrible, but I can see the sadness and worry in my eyes.

Today I wrote using my computer for the first time. I don’t know what was scaring me about that, but my resistance is high. I think a part of me has another part of me convinced if I start writing some of what happened, the emotions will be too much. Considering I have an irrational fear of choking that got worse in the hospital, it makes sense because when I cry hard I often choke or vomit.

Nonetheless, I am grateful:

I am grateful I spoke with Samuel last night. We talked mostly about his Japanese class. I miss that kid. He’s the best. I’m also excited the UNLV esports team is doing a mental health fund raiser. They get it.

I am grateful Emma is doing well in her first run as a director. Her work is a part of the Bakersfield College One Act festival this Friday & Saturday. She cast her play thoughtfully and the actors are working hard. I love hearing all about it. I’ll be there Friday! It’s only $5! Show your support!

I am grateful for naps.

I am grateful for lemonade and cranberry juice.

I am grateful for fluffy textures and soft pillows.

I am grateful for people who think critically and read facts.

I am grateful for Greta Gerwig. Can’t wait for “Little Women”!!

I am grateful for prayers…. so grateful.

I am grateful for my daughter Queenta Atem on her birthday – God bless this woman!

I am grateful for Moth storytelling videos.

Most importantly, five-years-later me adds: I am so grateful I chose to survive and have experienced so much wonder and joy since I earnestly wrote the words above.

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🎁   Your presence here makes me feel grateful. 

✍🏻I am a writer first, writing & creativity coach, multi passionate creative next. Writing has always been my anchor art and to her I always return. Thankfully, with great love.

🎯 My aim is to create content here that inspires and instructs – if there is ever a topic you would like for me to explore, please reach out and tell me. My ultimate goal is to create posts, videos and more that speak to your desires as well as mine because where these two intersect, our collaborative, joyful energy ignites into a fire of love, light and passionate creativity.

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Goals Then & Surpassing in Surprising Ways

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This was the day five years ago I learned the cause of my time in ICU.

I learned why I went from about to be discharged to being rushed to a higher level of care.

It started after I took my shower in preparation for going home. Things didn’t go well when I got out of the shower and my still wet self was back in the bed, shivering wildly, with someone I vaguely recognized as the charge nurse was rushing to take my vital signs, including the device to take my blood oxygen levels.

I sort of recalled them not being able to be read because my temperature was fluctuating erratically, but nothing was really making sense at that point.

I remember the charge nurse kindly gave me a heated sheet and I heard her talking to the nurse about what had happened and then I felt myself being pushed underwater.

The memory of being pushed underwater wasn’t actually happening but from my perspective I was underwater. I was looking up at the surface of the water which was arching over me from both sides. It was reminding me of when I went on a strange water experience in the Atlantic Ocean at Fort Lauderdale, Florida. 

I was at the end of my first trimester of my pregnancy with Marlena, my daughter who was stillborn. I was doing things that seemed slightly strange and unlike me, especially things that made me scared, because I didn’t want fear to be a legacy I passed inadvertently to my daughter.

When I was flung off that strange ride, this is the same sight I saw.

Once again, I wasn’t scared, I was curious and fascinated.

In those early days I didn’t dare speak or write any of this because… the person who got the increased legacy of fear was myself.

This WAS the day 5 years ago when I requested to be off the far-too-sweet liquid diet I had been on. It was probably because I started refusing to consume anything that they finally agreed.

In my notes from that day here is some of what I was saying, which definitely showed by spunky, “everything will be ok and I will live to write about it” attitude.

I managed to get myself off a clear liquid diet (too darned sweet) to a regular liquid diet. I’ve learned my Dr doesn’t like to leap frog from clear to puréed… I mean that is too much. I suggested the BRAT diet but he just looked at me like I was the brat.

My big goal today is to sit for a few minutes in a chair.

My most exciting moment of all for today and entire month is seeing Emma perform at Kern Shakespeare Festival through the magic of live-streaming and the generosity of Arian And Brian – both have been such strong support for Emma and is so appreciated by this Mama. 

And then these words: 

So strange for a usually deep breathing person to not be able to breathe. 

Many of my lab results numbers are better. Some are not. 

My big goal today is to sit for a few minutes in a chair.

Little did I know that two years from that date I would be walking on the Appalachian Trail, something I did during childhood with my father and returned to when I moved back to New Jersey after decades away.

That is a long way from a goal of sitting for a few minutes in a chair in the intensive care unit in a hospital in Bakersfield, California.

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🎁   Your presence here makes me feel grateful. 

✍🏻I am a writer first, writing & creativity coach, multi passionate creative next. Writing has always been my anchor art and to her I always return. Thankfully, with great love.

🎯 My aim is to create content here that inspires and instructs – if there is ever a topic you would like for me to explore, please reach out and tell me. My ultimate goal is to create posts, videos and more that speak to your desires as well as mine because where these two intersect, our collaborative, joyful energy ignites into a fire of love, light and passionate creativity.

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Cozy Socks & Unsticking Pain from Places We Love

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Some mornings it feels absolutely glorious to pull on a pair of fluffy, cozy socks, like I did this morning.

Some evenings it feels right to briefly visit a favorite trail at dusk, just for a few moments to reconnect with the sky, the grasses, the plants you may have missed since you haven’t been here for more than a season.

That was yesterday. 

I stood on the liberty loop trail to watch, to listen. I passed a couple of deer slowly meandering across the street – I imagine they are from the herd I sometimes see in the distance when I am on that trail. 

I was practicing with my video settings when I heard a lone goose in the distance. 

Have you ever heard the call of a lone goose?

I heard it once before, when I was walking on the bicycle path along the Truxtun Extension in Bakersfield. I was in my favorite section, a place I didn’t know aloneness even though most of my visits there were by myself, I always felt deeply connected.

Last night was different. It was as if the little lone goose was there to comfort me, to help me feel connected again, to wipe away some of the pain I had connected with this trail.

Historically, when I connect pain to a place, it is difficult to unstick.

The synchronicity of this goose, appearing exactly when my heart was open enough to hear, was ideal. It felt so good to cry out the lingering sorrow that had been unspent, stuck inside a wall of will, an anti-desire to express it.

Reminds me of one of the reasons it is important to me to get outside and to revisit the spaces I love that may have become associated with sadness. Flagstaff just whispered in my ear.

Maybe 2025. Maybe then.

The tears remind me it is important to get out there again. Unstick the associated pain. Hug some trees. See some friendly faces. 

Hug the lone goose that flies inside me at times, wondering where everyone went and why did they leave me behind?

My feet inside the warm, cozy socks remind me, too, of comfort in softness and deep love of one-self, even when we feel like the baby goose. 

Today is also the fifth anniversary of when sepsis swept through me and I entered the ICU. 

Soft socks. Touch velvet. Tender breaths.

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🎁   Your presence here makes me feel grateful. 

✍🏻I am a writer first, writing & creativity coach, multi passionate creative next. Writing has always been my anchor art and to her I always return. Thankfully, with great love.

🎯 My aim is to create content here that inspires and instructs – if there is ever a topic you would like for me to explore, please reach out and tell me. My ultimate goal is to create posts, videos and more that speak to your desires as well as mine because where these two intersect, our collaborative, joyful energy ignites into a fire of love, light and passionate creativity.

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Listening for Meaning: Monday Poetry

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Mining for the stories underneath this pantoum written in August 2010, just before I took my daughter to Smith College to begin her first year there. There was a rumbling of fear in most everything then and this pantoum helped calm me and also helped me find my way for a time. I’m curious to know in the comments what you do to calm yourself when fear is tap dancing around your gut. Please let me know about your solutions and also if any of the lines in this poem particularly resonate with you.

While I have you fear, you are not me.

I am not you. Though if you were I’d slice you

cut you unstitch you and examine you

the scar you left behind, the life birthed

I am not you, though if you were I’d slice you

fear: sticky red gooey tar, sucking my hope

the scar you left behind the life birthed

from the spot after I burned myself free

Fear: sticky red gooey tar, sucking my hope

I take judgment off your glue and look, just look

From the spot after I burned myself free

The core is the same? The core is the same – the same

I take judgment off your glue and look, just look

love: i’ve lost count of the numbered site – it’s you?

The core is the same? The core is the same – the same

White, waiting – wistful fresh-after-rain-morning

love: i’ve lost count of the numbered site – it’s you?

Breath lost at first touch of toe to dewy grass

White, waiting – wistful fresh-after-rain-morning

Knees buckled by laughing tears, “Hello!!”

Breath lost at first touch of toe to dewy grass

cut you unstitch you and examine you

Knees buckled by laughing tears, “Hello!!”

While I have you fear, you are not me.

What interests me most is the talk of a scar from where fear burned me. At first I thought I was writing about the scar on my face, caused by melanoma, but this was written two years before that diagnosis. Once again, it feels like the past me is reaching to the present me to communicate something, I simply am not able to translate it – yet.

Thank you for reading and double thank you for leaving a comment with what resonates most with you about this poem.

Julie JordanScott
Julie Jordan Scott

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 🎨 | Award-Winning Writer/Actor/Storyteller

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🎁   Your presence here makes me feel grateful. 

✍🏻I am a writer first, writing & creativity coach, multi passionate creative next. Writing has always been my anchor art and to her I always return. Thankfully, with great love.

🎯 My aim is to create content here that inspires and instructs – if there is ever a topic you would like for me to explore, please reach out and tell me. My ultimate goal is to create posts, videos and more that speak to your desires as well as mine because where these two intersect, our collaborative, joyful energy ignites into a fire of love, light and passionate creativity.

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Gratitude: A Premonition or a Passion

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Mirror Balls in Pink and Purple: Gratitude Even when... is it a premonition or a passion?

Going backwards in history, I was stricken by the synchronicity in this day through the years.

In a way it reminded me of WS Merwin’s Poem “For the Anniversary of My Death.” (Link to the entire poem is below the essay, here is the first stanza.)

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day   

When the last fires will wave to me

And the silence will set out

Tireless traveler

Like the beam of a lightless star

Last year at school, this happened: a student who was walking behind me said, “Well you are a miracle.” I had forgotten a student gifted me with that observation.

Two years ago, I experienced the morning after there was a big thunderstorm which morphed into a nightmare that there were tanks rumbling down the street I live on and a war had begun here, in Sussex Borough. I had only recently arrived back at the manse after five months in Bakersfield. The five months were originally a 9 day trip. Instead, I stayed on-and-on, tending to a variety of crises and lending my helping hand and heart where it was needed. I wanted to prove to my family I held them and their needs close, even when I live far away. Those five months were treacherous emotionally and physically and I rose up to each clang on the bell marked “this is yours to figure out.”

I put my head down and figured things out.

A woman hugging a dogwood tree, prayerfully, at Antietam, the Civil War Battlefield

Three years ago I visited Antietam, the Civil War Battlefield and was incredibly moved. I prayerfully hugged a tree during my visit of this historic field I don’t remember learning about, but I must have, right? I would have been taught about the battle where so many American soldiers died?

I wrote a haiku four years ago in honor of a high school friend who decided she didn’t want to live anymore. In the haiku I wrote: “remember to say her name” so today I will say Lynn Oliver’s name, she was the one who had her locker above mine during my sophomore year at Dana Hills. She was a woman so smart and intense, who I was reminded by because I somehow happened upon her mother’s obituary and wondered how her life was after Lynn died.

Five years ago, a few days before I entered the hospital, I wrote this gratitude list:

I am sooooo grateful for….

1. Water.

2. Breath.

3. Friends who push me, one of the most stubborn people on the planet, to do things I normally wouldn’t do. And my children are always my motivating factors. I love you guys with everything in me…. thank you for taking the rough draft of half of my DNA and improving upon it.

4. Emotional healing. God and I were chatting today and if I didn’t know better, I swore I heard an apology: “I’m sorry for the whole pneumonia thing, but there were some nuances you hadn’t explored yet… so…. yeah. Sorry.” With that apology comes my apology to Emma Jordan-Scott who has probably been victim to my intermittent snoring and/or loud crying since about 3 pm.

5. Taking time to physically heal. Resting in bed watching videos tonight instead of celebrating the arts locally.. All is and will be well.

I didn’t realize then how challenging this was only the beginning of the illness, not healing toward the end, but resting until it took it’s almost fatal turn.

Most of these moments were recorded solo, like a lone explorer instead of a delightful collaboration or a partnership to provide support. I learned to lean into a spiritual collaboration in leadership with my highest self which has continued – and continues as do the lessons from these events from five years ago to now.

WS Merwin’s Poem: On the Anniversary of My Death at the Poetry Foundation Website

What lessons are you continuing to learn?

Julie JordanScott
Julie Jordan Scott

🌟 Creative Life Coach & Muse Cultivator

 🎨 | Award-Winning Writer/Actor/Storyteller

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🎁   Your presence here makes me feel grateful. 

✍🏻I am a writer first, writing & creativity coach, multi passionate creative next. Writing has always been my anchor art and to her I always return. Thankfully, with great love.

🎯 My aim is to create content here that inspires and instructs – if there is ever a topic you would like for me to explore, please reach out and tell me. My ultimate goal is to create posts, videos and more that speak to your desires as well as mine because where these two intersect, our collaborative, joyful energy ignites into a fire of love, light and passionate creativity.

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The Space Between Yes & No is Unknowing + Love – Everything + Nothing

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“In the space between yes and no, there’s a lifetime. It’s the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it’s the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; it’s the legroom for the lies you’ll tell yourself in the future.”

Jodi Picoult

Five years before I waited at home thinking I would be feeling better at any moment,  I wrote this poem:

Lasting revolutions are bathed in silence –

in one moment when everything stops.

Choices wash away, swept into the

tide of “I must I must I can’t I don’t know

how and I can’t and…” suddenly we find

ourselves on our feet off our asses

Standing, wobbly. Saying no. Saying yes.

Saying nothing. Praying. Soundless.

We vaguely hear the breath entering

and leaving our nose, feel our chest

moving up and down, threatening to

heave unspilled tears out with extra human force. 

We swear there is 

so much heat in our blood our

skin will blister.

It doesn’t.

Did I know what was coming five years in the future? Did I know in ten years I would finally be finishing the book?

Did I know the biggest decision of my life was on the horizon? 

Ironically now I have no idea what made me so fired up that I thought the heat in my blood would cause my skin to blister from the inside out.

I sit here now, wondering where any concept of wisdom or brilliance or stunning growth may show up and share some unexpected or hoped for revelation.

It’s coming. 

It’s coming.

This is the waiting time Jodi Piccoult describes.

Where are you in that spectrum?

In the meantime, step back with me to two years ago when I wrote this writing prompt in one sort of collaboration with Brene Brown.

Brene Brown quote to inspire and own our story and loving ourselves through the process

Remember your lens is love. 

When you get upset or discouraged or hopeless, remember: your lens is love.

Write for five minutes. Remind yourself, “My lens is love.”

Repeat the process until you know in every ounce of your understanding.

“My lens is love.”

Julie Jordan Scott, writer, creativity coach, award winning actor walking in the woods
Julie Jordan Scott, walking in the woods

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🎁   Your presence here makes me feel grateful. 

✍🏻I am a writer first, writing & creativity coach, multi passionate creative next. Writing has always been my anchor art and to her I always return. Thankfully, with great love.

🎯 My aim is to create content here that inspires and instructs – if there is ever a topic you would like for me to explore, please reach out and tell me. My ultimate goal is to create posts, videos and more that speak to your desires as well as mine because where these two intersect, our collaborative, joyful energy ignites into a fire of love, light and passionate creativity.

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Trying and Alone. Alone and Trying

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Even poorly planted

rice plants

slowly, slowly…. green 

Issa

English Version, David G Lanoue

Perhaps it is because I wasn’t present nor did I capture much of my life during the time between when I was told I had walking pneumonia and the time I was hospitalized that there are so many mysteries of what I was thinking, feeling, doing.

Maybe this space of unknowing may be what brought forward my desire to create daily. 

When I morph myself back into 2019, I remember thinking in the years prior it would be a time of incredible growth. Samuel would be out of the house.

I was going to finally be free to do what I most wanted: finish my book projects, become a nomad, explore all those interior rooms of my psyche and be the fabulous iteration of me that somehow didn’t feel comfortably expanding when I was always on red alert waiting for the next crisis to bubble up that would need me to rush in and run graceful, patient and peaceful intervention.

Naturally. 

Because yelling and fussing and drawing attention to myself is not something I ever did… except for on stage, where almost anything was allowed.

October 4, 2019 fell on a Friday. 

Most likely it was quiet. Most likely I sat in the recliner in the corner of the living room, resting, perhaps watching videos and chatting on my laptop computer which often sat atop my lap desk. I doubt I went anywhere substantial. I may have driven Emma around here and there.

I was quietly doing my best to heal.

It is only in this reflection that I realize how much I have improved in my daily-loving-of-myself.

I definitely treat myself now with much more tender loving care than in the past, when I forgot to be intentional, when I was struggling to get by, was researching loneliness because that was something I struggled with each and every day.

Today I am rarely lonely, probably because of mastering daily self-love as a practice.

Interesting because this week I have been balancing hospitality with my usual routines AND I think I accidentally bumped into a healthy equilibrium. 

What a gift from my past self to my present self.

What a gift to be able to share this with you.

I’m so grateful you are here, reading and look VERY forward to deepening our connection.

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Julie JordanScott

 Creative Life Coach & Muse Cultivator | Award-Winning Writer/Actor/Storyteller / Empowering Your Second Act /|New Courses/Programs soon! Your presence here makes me feel grateful. 

I am a writer first, writing & creativity coach, multi passionate creative next. Writing has always been my anchor art and to her I always return. Thankfully, with great love.

 My aim is to create content here that inspires and instructs – if there is ever a topic you would like for me to explore, please reach out and tell me. My ultimate goal is to create posts, videos and more that speak to your desires as well as mine because where these two intersect, our collaborative, joyful energy ignites into a fire of love, light and passionate creativity.

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Hello, Valley Fever – Goodbye “Before” Near Death

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Five years ago today marks the end of my “Before Valley Fever Era”, Near Death and Beyond. It feels eerie to realize how little documentation I have from those days—especially for someone like me, who usually captures everything.

Between September 23 and November 27, 2019, I didn’t upload a single photo to Flickr.

Woman playing with snapchat filters the day she was diagnosed with Walking Pneumonia and perhaps Valley Fever.

Today, the detective in me returns to the evidence left behind, scanning this big, empty gap in my timeline, wondering, “What was happening?”

On this day in 2019, I went to Kaiser – the HMO I belong to. My doctor diagnosed me with walking pneumonia and possibly Valley Fever (Coccidioidomycosis, a lung infection caused by inhaling fungal spores). I felt terrible, but it hadn’t even crossed my mind that it could be something as serious as Valley Fever.

In addition to getting the prescribed Valley Fever medication, I went to my favorite health food store and grabbed a super green smoothie and a shot of some healing tonic. I only know this because of photos on my phone that I never shared.

I also took a picture of Emma wearing her Shakespeare Festival t-shirt. Just days before, I attended a networking event. I was barely present but still valiantly showing up, trying to play along.

I had a headshot taken around that time—it looked fine, but even then, I knew it didn’t quite capture me. Now, I understand why. I recall bumping into my favorite floral entrepreneur, Amanda Klawitter of House of Flowers. I was barely coherent, apologizing for my demeanor, trying so hard to “be better,” whatever that meant to me back then.

Looking back, I realize I’ve always been someone who tries their hardest, who doesn’t want to let others down, who worries about appearing weak, all while carrying the weight of the world in my DNA.

The fact that I went to my doctor at Kaiser at all is remarkable. Historically, I was so focused on nurturing others that pausing to address my own breathing difficulties felt like an anomaly.

Five years ago today, Samuel was off at UNLV, and Emma was home in Bakersfield with me. We had no idea that a much larger event was just around the corner—one that would make lung diseases like mine a shared experience across the world.

What were you doing on October 3, 2019?

With Love,

Julie

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Julie Jordan Scott

Creative Life Coach & Muse Cultivator

  | Award-Winning Writer/Actor/Storyteller

 | Empowering Your Second Act

| New Courses/Programs soon!

   Your presence here makes me feel grateful. 

I am a writer first, writing & creativity coach, multi passionate creative next. Writing has always been my anchor art and to her I always return. Thankfully, with great love.

 My aim is to create content here that inspires and instructs – if there is ever a topic you would like for me to explore, please reach out and tell me. My ultimate goal is to create posts, videos and more that speak to your desires as well as mine because where these two intersect, our collaborative, joyful energy ignites into a fire of love, light and passionate creativity.

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Renewal & Restoration: Begin Again

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It is another October – a time we wave goodbye to the beginning of the academic year and prepare to prepare to prepare for the rush of the end of the year.

My heart – my brain – and work as an artist of life nudged me to do the Ultimate Blog Challenge in a new way. A renewed way, a restorative beginning again way. A means of cultivating and curating my stories from the past five years. 

I will be sharing stories/insights/lessons learned from these last five years that have been so incredibly life changing to who I am as a human.

In October 2019 I had a near death experience and while I survived it, there is still unprocessed gunk, some lingering joy and lots of growth edges I have held very close instead of letting them out into the world.

I am honoring the call to let go, to stop holding on so tightly, and allow these stories and episodes and learnings their due.

The Ultimate Blog Challenge allows me the opportunity to focus on my blog and its readers while I reconnect with blogging friends and meet new ones, too.

I’m so grateful you are here, reading and look VERY forward to deepening our connection.

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✍🏻I am a writer first, writing & creativity coach, multi passionate creative next. Writing has always been my anchor art and to her I always return. Thankfully, with great love.

🎯 My aim is to create content here that inspires and instructs – if there is ever a topic you would like for me to explore, please reach out and tell me. My ultimate goal is to create posts, videos and more that speak to your desires as well as mine because where these two intersect, our collaborative, joyful energy ignites into a fire of love, light and passionate creativity.

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