A Letter to My Future Partner About Creating

What beautiful freedom is there in allowing ourselves to imagine the life we want to live?

Writing is an empowering tool for manifestation; it helps us pull our desires from our unconscious mind so that we can examine them externally, and then we get to choose what to do with those desires. Below is an exercise I did to better understand how I want creativity to play out in my life with my future partner.

What does creative partnership look like with your person or future person?

I didn’t know men like you existed.

I didn’t know that to create a life, I didn’t have to be a blank canvas for someone else to dump their paint on. I didn’t know that I could choose not to bear someone ripping deep gashes in my taught fabric, or worse, tear the holes myself at their urging.

I didn’t know that I could be the paint. That I could be the full depth of azure blue or the soft yellow of the belly. That I could rage with the crimson of fire or surrender into dreamy tendrils of green.

I didn’t know that a man could be a paintbrush. That you could dip yourself in my colors and tenderly swirl me across the canvas. I didn’t know that we could fill blank space together, co-create a masterpiece, me forever in awe of your sturdy strength and gentle touch and you enamored with my vibrant hues and varied textures.

I didn’t know that I could find as much peace in being the goopy squish on the palette as I do in the kinetic tango with the tip of your brush. That I could rest and still feel beautiful just because I exist, and also feel your desire to move with me, shape with me, create with me.

I didn’t know that we could take turns guiding the vision. That you could trust me to steer us into the unknown, into the space where shadow and light blur and mingle in a dance of destruction and creation. That I could trust you to make something with me more extraordinary than either of us could alone.

I didn’t know that creating this life could be gentle, could be soft, could be easy. That I could look out at the many spaces still empty and awaiting our loving work and know that there will be pleasure in every stroke. That we will step back one day, with grey hair and gratitude, take in the full stunning picture, and know we did our work well.