Creative Curiosity by Nathalie Le Riche — self-discovery
Welcome to a Life of Creative Curiosity
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This space is an invitation—a gentle doorway into a life shaped by curiosity, experimentation, and the magic of creative play. Here, I’ll be sharing reflections and life tips gathered not from rigid rules, but from lived experience. From allowing myself to explore, to feel, to connect. From choosing creativity over control, and play over perfection. Because when you let yourself be curious, life opens. When you allow creativity to move through you, healing begins. And when you choose connection, you remember—you were never meant to do this alone. This is not a guidebook. It’s a conversation. A visual diary. A...
The Opposite Way: A Love Letter to the Dreamers Who Are Burning Out
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I see her.The one who believes she doesn’t have time.Grinding herself to the bone, skipping meals, ignoring the body’s whispers.She’s chasing a dream with clenched fists, believing she must suffer to earn it. I see her exhaustion.It was once mine. She says, “I have no money. I can’t afford to rest. I don’t have time to do what I need to do.”And so she pushes harder.And I watch, knowing that no matter what I say, her fear will keep her in the rut of force.She won’t believe until she chooses to be curious. Because the how doesn’t come from force.The...
The Courage to Speak: Returning to Our Authentic Voice
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For years, I believed that silence was safety. That if I swallowed my truth, others would feel better. That my quietness could mend their sadness, soften their anger, create peace. But instead, my silence became a breeding ground for pain—mine and theirs. I didn’t just lose my voice. I lost myself. When I finally spoke, it wasn’t gentle. It was fierce, raw, and misunderstood. My truth, long buried, came out like a storm. And in its wake, I met resistance. Arguments. Accusations. Almost physical confrontations. Not because I was wrong—but because none of us had learned how to speak without...