Day 4: I’m a Bad Swiftie

So one thing I realized when I went to the Eras Tour is that I’m a bad swiftie.

I love Taylor Swift, and have a lot of fun singing her music (probably listen to Reputation daily when I workout).

But I don’t know any of the backstories.

Before this year, I didn’t know really anyone she dated or wrote songs about. Excuse my ignorance but: apparently Style is written about Harry Styles?? I mean it’s so obvious.

Anyway, I don’t care.

Here are a few things I’ve thought about in the past few months since Facebook has started promoting TSwift content to my newsfeed (which is now filled with fan page posts).

She really is the mastermind: Wow. I thought people were making up the Easter eggs. But no, she really does plan it all. That’s commitment. I mean, give the people what they want – and apparently, they want to hunt for clues in every camera angle of a music video.

Of course, she writes about her life: Why is this such a problem for people? What else would you expect when you’re dating an artist? We’re all taught to write what we know. And of course, she dated a lot of people, she was young. Who cares?

Creativity Produces Creativity: It takes a lot of work to be seriously prolific. The girl has written hundreds of songs. But the more you write, the more ideas you get. You’ll never run out of ideas if you keep using that muscle. And we love that she changed genres, because it’s one thing to be prolific like Nicholas Sparks. It’s something else to keep stretching out of your comfort zone.

I know I’m only on day 4 of this writing challenge, but I have a list of 50 content ideas, and I’m already less afraid to post.

The more you write the more your write.


Fun cute moment: Henry’s swim teacher bought him a little orange dinosaur squishmallow because he runs around roaring all the time… and he was wearing an orange dinosaur t-shirt. How precious. One of the best surprises/blessings about being a parent is seeing other people be kind to your kids and love them. Wow, that is a post for another time and maybe another place. I’m just trying to teach him to love people freely (unlike myself who takes years to open up to people), so it’s sweet to see other people loving him.

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