Creative Curiosity by Nathalie Le Riche

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...

  “I don’t have time to play.”I used to say that too.Caught in the grind, chasing dreams with a clenched jaw and a weary heart.Trying to earn my worth through effort, through service, through sacrifice.Until my body said enough.Until the breakdowns came.Until I cracked open and asked… what if I did the opposite? What if I played?Not for productivity. Not for performance.Just for joy. Just for me. And that’s when the magic began.Peace returned. Joy bloomed.Uncanny doorways opened—ones I couldn’t see when I was running too fast.Solutions arrived with ease.My dreams didn’t disappear… they got closer. Art became my reminder.A...

Fear can be a wise guide—or a quiet captor. Sometimes it protects us, reminding us not to leap without looking. But other times, fear becomes a whispering jailer, keeping us stuck in a cage with the door wide open. We forget we’re free to walk out.So how do we know when fear is serving us… and when it’s holding us back? The answer often lives in how we feel. If we’re experiencing joy, curiosity, or expansion, fear may be nudging us toward growth. But if we’re feeling tightness, dread, or emotional pain, fear might be asking us to pause and...

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...

What if, when life changes and fear rises,we didn’t resist the discomfort?What if we allowed it to surface,to be felt fully—without judgement—and chose instead to be curious? What is this “alarm clock” trying to tell me? What if fear wasn’t a stop sign,but a doorway—an invitation to return to peace,to safety,to ease in the now? Would you allow yourself to become awareof the choices you have?Would you be brave enough to sit with the part of youthat’s been begging to be seen and heard? You see, we inherit beliefs as children—beliefs that were never ours to carry.The gift of adulthood...