#creative personality

If I Were a Redhead: Embracing Passion and Individuality

Imagining myself as a redhead evokes a vivid tapestry of fiery passion, uniqueness, and strength. Red hair is often associated with a range of characteristics, from boldness and creativity to a spirited personality. As I explore the traits and qualities I would embody as a redhead, I find a celebration of individuality, confidence, and a zest for life that resonates deeply within me.

Embodying Passion and Creativity

If I were a redhead, I would embrace a sense of passion that seems to characterize those with this striking hair color. The fiery hues of red are often linked to strong emotions, and I can envision myself channeling that fervor into my pursuits, relationships, and creativity. I would approach life with an intensity that fuels my ambitions and inspires those around me. Whether it's in my career, hobbies, or personal relationships, I would fully immerse myself in every experience, pouring my heart and soul into everything I do.

**Voice and Tone:** My voice would likely carry an enthusiastic and spirited quality, reflecting the passion I feel for life. In conversations, I would speak with an animated tone, using expressive gestures to emphasize my points. My laughter would be hearty and infectious, creating an inviting atmosphere that encourages others to join in the joy. As a redhead, I would be the friend who isn't afraid to share my opinions and feelings openly, fostering a culture of authenticity among my peers.

Celebrating Uniqueness and Individuality

Red hair is celebrated for its rarity and distinctiveness, and as a redhead, I would fully embrace my individuality. I would wear my unique hair color as a badge of honor, showcasing the beauty of being different. This sense of uniqueness would extend beyond my appearance; I would actively cultivate my interests, opinions, and hobbies, ensuring they reflect my true self.

**Fashion Choices:** My sense of style as a redhead would be bold and eclectic. I would gravitate towards colors that complement my hair, such as greens, blues, and rich earth tones, which would create a striking contrast. My wardrobe would include statement pieces that reflect my personality—vibrant patterns, artistic prints, and unconventional accessories. Fashion would be a form of self-expression, allowing me to showcase my creativity and confidence in my identity.

Building Connections with Depth

If I were a redhead, the importance of building connections with depth and authenticity would be paramount. I would naturally attract people with my passionate personality and willingness to be open and vulnerable. My friendships would be characterized by meaningful conversations, shared experiences, and a deep understanding of one another. I would cherish the connections I form, nurturing them through love, kindness, and support.

**Social Dynamics:** In social situations, I would likely take on an engaging and charismatic role. I would thrive in groups, where my vibrant personality could shine. As a redhead, I might become the life of the party, using my enthusiasm to energize gatherings and create an atmosphere of fun. My ability to make others feel valued and included would draw people to me, allowing me to build a diverse circle of friends who share in the joy of life’s experiences.

Conclusion: Celebrating the Redhead Identity

In conclusion, envisioning myself as a redhead invites a reflection on passion, individuality, and connection. The traits commonly associated with being a redhead—fervor, creativity, and authenticity—resonate with the person I aspire to be. This thought exercise allows me to acknowledge the beauty of embracing my true self while celebrating the uniqueness that each individual brings to the world.

Ultimately, whether I am a redhead, brunette, blonde, or any other hair color, it is vital to recognize and celebrate the multifaceted nature of identity. We all possess a range of qualities that transcend superficial labels, and it is this diversity that enriches our experiences and enhances our relationships.

So, if I were a redhead, I would not only embrace the characteristics associated with this identity but also honor the unique stories and narratives that each of us contributes to the beautiful tapestry of life. Each hair color represents a different facet of who we are, and celebrating those differences is a testament to the richness of human experience.

Personality Test – ನಮ್ಮ ಹೆಸರು ಕೇವಲ ಒಂದು ಗುರುತಿಗೆ ಸೀಮಿತವಲ್ಲ, ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ವಿಶೇಷ ರಹಸ್ಯ ಮತ್ತು ಮ್ಯಾಜಿಕ್ ಅಡಗಿದೆ ಎಂದು ನ್ಯೂಮರಾಲಜಿ ತಜ್ಞರು ಹೇಳುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯಕರವಾಗಿ, “ನಿಮ್ಮ ಹೆಸರಿನ ಕೊನೆಯ ಅಕ್ಷರ” ನಿಮ್ಮ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿತ್ವ ಗುಣಗಳನ್ನು ಮತ್ತು ಜೀವನ ಶೈಲಿಯನ್ನು ಬಹಿರಂಗಪಡಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಒಬ್ಬರನ್ನು ಮೊದಲ ಬಾರಿಗೆ ಭೇಟಿಯಾದಾಗ ಅವರ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿತ್ವವನ್ನು ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಿ ಅರ್ಥಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಒಂದೆರಡು ಸಭೆಗಳು ಬೇಕಾಗಬಹುದು. ಆದರೆ, ನ್ಯೂಮರಾಲಜಿ ರಹಸ್ಯದ ಪ್ರಕಾರ, ಹೆಸರಿನ…

In the beginning, I was a reader.

Actually, I was a listener to stories my parents read to me. I was also a listener to Disney records my parents would play for me. The one I remember most? 101 Dalmatians.

I've still got Cruella's voice in my head from that record.

Reading's a thing that happened in grade school. In class, of course, but also selections from those Scholastic catalogs our teachers would hand out. I remember the first two books I ordered were ghost story collections. Then, later on, I got into DC's horror comics that I'd buy down at the local 7-11. In 1977, I caught Starlog issue 6 out of the corner of my eye at the local grocery store. I bought it and kept buying each new issue.

So.

I was a listener in the beginning who eventually became an avid reader as well.

In third grade, our teacher, Mrs. Lohse, gave us opportunities to write our own "books". We'd write a story, turn it in, after which it was typed up by a parent who left room for pictures on some of the pages. We'd then add a thin cardboard cover to those pages, title and illustrate the cover, add illustrations where there was room on the typed pages, staple down the middle three times, fold the pages and cover right over the stapes and voila!

A book.

I was absolutely hooked.

And so I became a writer, too. I don't remember much more writing in grade school but I do remember analyzing stories like "The Price of the Head" in Mr. Allen's Language Arts class, the first time I remember discussing the craft of writing. Then Mr. Hodges in High School, one of two Creative Writing classes I took in High School with more writing analysis like Contemporary Lit in college as well as more creative writing. And then more in-depth analyses on books like Nancy Freedman's "Joshua, Son of None" and Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein". And then a coupla plays, high school satires about our class which my friends read at lunch.

I got all the laughs I was going for. Which only got me more hooked.

Then in college I picked up more game in Copywriting and Advertising Campaigns while pursuing my university major. The two classes between them involved a combination of persuasive writing and creative writing.

Okay now rewind a bunch. Because I was also a musician. Or, at least, my parents signed me up for piano lessons when I was in grade school. I remember basic music classes in school, by the way, rudimentary music theory (Tah, Tah, Tee-Tee, Tah) and actual play performances. The top two plays that come to mind are a big deal lead role in a play put on by my Boy Scouts troop at my grade school... and The Ghost of Christmas Past in A Christmas Carol.

My parents made sure I rehearsed. Know what I mean? They would record the entire play except for my lines so, as I followed along listening, they would pause the recording so that I could say my line for that moment, and then un-pause it until my next line. In the Boy Scouts play, I had a ton of lines so it was pretty easy to know where they went.

I still remember how excited our den mother was at my performance. Either because I the best actor ever, or...

Her expectations weren't super high to begin with.

Either way, that kind of excitement over something I'd done was addicting.

Definitely memorable.

Somewhere in there, I also joined the boy choir at church that later turned into being a member of the adult church choir. So yeah. Music music music. Choir choir choir. Rehearse rehearse rehearse. Perform perform perform.

All these activities continued through Jr. High and High School in different variations. The music. The singing. The musicals. And then around Junior or Senior year in high school, my parents helped me buy a basic synthesizer. Shortly after, I saved up and bought another one that could do more. And then not long after that my parents gave me a multitrack cassette recorder for Christmas. A friend of mine who was a guitar player (relentlessly practicing Pete Townshend's guitar parts from classic Who songs, mostly "Pinball Wizard") jumped right into the opportunity and we started writing and recording songs. And then later I'd rent more advanced synths from American Music in order to write and record even more complex songs. Even later still, a friend of ours who was a drummer with his own kit and his own backlog of songs joined in.

The writing and recording continued through college where I took to a major in Advertising with the intent of starting a career in that endeavor within the local advertising community at an ad agency. Not long after I graduated, though, I realized I didn't want a career in advertising.

Whoops.

Later that same year, I caught a flyer in the mail about The Art Institute of Seattle, went to their open house, and was into my first quarter of the Music & Video Business program that December.

Around that same time, my Advertising Campaigns professor hooked me up with his contact at Instructional Media Services on campus that started me working as a cable channel operator and turned into a position on the production crew at IMS.

At The Art Institute, I picked up the basics of editing which was fortunate because I also picked up an opportunity to be an assistant editor for one of the producers at IMS who was starting his own production company to produce travel shows for public television. It's for that company that I later became an editor and then much later a composer and then somewhere in there a pinch-hitter for motion graphic design.

Same deal at IMS that eventually became UW Video.

And also now on projects for which I do the one-man band thing in my home studio. Editing. Graphics/motion graphics. Music.

I'm still an avid reader, by the way. And I'm still an even more avid writer.

It's how I process my thoughts across a number of arenas personal, professional, and a few things on the outside.

All of that experience, by the way, centered me in a particular way: music. That and writing were my thing. Therefore musicians and writers were my people. Which was fortunate because in my career path, writers were also most often producers in need of editors. So it was helpful to share some of the same headspace. And musicians,well...

A lot of people in my life are musicians in some way. Which is how it was in school. Most of my friends were in choir. So music's how I identified. Music's how I thought of myself. It was the context in which I thought of myself.

It's the way I engaged the world.

So.

The other day I was in a conversation about school districts, budget cuts, fine arts and performing arts. We were discussing how the arts in general are understood to be elective, accessories if you will, to serious education. And how the one school district was down to one full-time music teacher.

One.

Which tells you just where the school district's cutting back.

It also brought to mind everything I wrote about just now. It brought to mind the question of what my life would be if I didn't have that thread of music classes and opportunities running through my education. If I didn't have an environment of creativity in which to engage the world in the way I'm wired to engage the world.

I was definitely ADHD boy in school. "Hyperactive" was another word for it. As was "distractible". "High energy" would be a very nice way to put it. "Verbal" would be another.

Of course "talks in class" is how it was typically phrased on my report card. And not in a good way.

Definitely definitely definitely I wasn't for every teacher going back to first grade. Not every teacher could handle me. I got in trouble a bunch. My parents got notes a bunch. I was graded down because of my "citizenship". And a number of teachers yelled.

However.

There were other teachers, Thank God, who could or knew just how to manage me. My guess is that they were either wired similarly or simply knew what they were doing. Of course the ones who contributed the most to who I am were language and literature teachers and music teachers who also consistently modeled a professionalism I didn't recognize until later.

It's not nothing, is what I'm trying to say, the Arts.

They're defining.

They take you places. They connect you to certain people immediately.

And yeah.

You can build your entire life on them.

What Kind of Creative Are You?

Let’s take a break this week to just bask in our creativity. Photo by Yann Jacobsen on Unsplash What gets your creative juices flowing, spurring on sudden onsets of new ideas? Are you a visual-leaning creative, your muse awakened by things you see? Scenes, scenery, pictures, and the like? Or perhaps you are inspired by auditory cues? Music, birds singing, the ugly sounds of traffic and the…

I got The Dreamer, and my Ideal Collaborator would be The Innovator.

Here´s the test!