I grew up a long time ago, or it seems that way to me. My dad was the generation that found their rewards in job security and bringing home the bacon. Creativity, while not quite a dirty word, was okay as a part of childhood. Something you could express with finger paints or piano lessons, but that you were expected to jettison as you matured and moved into the adult world, the corporate world, The Real World. Creative Catalyst in the Corporate World My family at first assumed, and then hoped I’d grow out of my musician stage to enter the corporate world. Well after all these years I finally have…but not really. I’m only in the corporate world as… Continue Reading

