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The art, calligraphy, inspirations, and ponderings of Riana Nelson.

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#Create28

Riana Nelson

I’ve always been creative. Since I was little, I've loved to paint, draw, journal, handwrite, photograph, and craft things. I’ve always felt really excited to create.

What I’ve admittedly become a little rusty at lately is CONSISTENCY and BOLD ACTION to actually publish and share the art I create. Like many artists, I suffer from perfectionism and lack of confidence that what I'm making is "good enough" to share...

I've been brainstorming ways to finally end my vicious pattern of: awesome idea > excitedly create > dejectedly delete > repeat. The new year has brought clarity to me, and I've realized a few important things, and want to share those with you right now.

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Manifest Seahawks

Riana Nelson

Derik, Dalten and I have received a TON of questions and messages in the last few weeks about how this unique invitation to perform in front of nearly 70,000 people came to be. Since all of us are here in our precious time on Earth to find our path towards CREATING the kinds of experiences we find fulfilling, I really want to share a little "behind-the-scenes" story of our Seahawks opportunity...

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Transparencies

Riana Nelson

It's been five years since I lived in China. Guys, it's my #CHINAVERSARY!

I've had considerable distance (physically and emotionally) from the experience, but it somehow still seems so fresh in my heart. During that period of 2011, I blossomed into the foundation of the woman I really always wanted to BE, but never had the courage to DO while living in my "comfort zone." It took my brother dropping me off at the United Airlines curb on a gloomy June morning (with 100 lbs of my belongings which would be the only remnants of home for the next few months) for reality to hit me, and in those moments after he hugged me tightly, the entire weight of what I was about to experience gripped my bones. I felt like crumbling to that nasty concrete curb at LAX. I was devastated that I didn't know what was coming, and simultaneously ELATED and immediately panicked that: I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS COMING.

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