Melissa Tripp is a Boston-based author, poet, entrepreneur and one-woman movement. Her work explores and expresses themes of love, vulnerability, empowerment, simplicity, personal narrative and hypothetical selves. Melissa’s words empower. They inspire. They intrigue. They heal. I’m so excited to be introducing you to her work. A few of my favourites include:
“you owe yourself: more care. more dialogue. more solitude. more reflection. more honesty. more room to be human. more healing. more love.”
“don’t waste your beautiful mind doing ugly things.”
“today, commit to nurturing the most important relationship you’ll ever have: you. enjoy your own company and explore your magic.”
Here, we discuss how to make money from your words (without losing your integrity), finding the courage to share your voice and more.
I’m curious about your writing journey so far. Where did it all begin for you and how has your relationship with writing changed over time?
Think about the vulnerability it takes to love someone. It’s not something you can forge in an instant, it happens over time. Writing, for me, has been relatively the same thing. The same investment, the same empowerment, the same discomfort. Gradually, then all at once. I think sometimes people have these preconceived notions about the life of a writer that are pure fantasy realm.
My personal journey as a writer, articulating my heart with no armor, is constantly shifting and shaping things in me. Things aren’t always in perfect sync. Words don’t automate closure and healing. But, they’ve made it easier for me to navigate the things I have yet to understand. The things I have yet to make peace with.
Your words are so moving — simple yet so powerful. What is inspiration for you? Is it a particular book, a place, a mindset?
It’s not something I can pinpoint. Inspiration is this beautifully strange, complex, fragile thing that feels like travel. Inspiration is movement. Fleeting, mostly— there are no literal translations. Inspiration finds me in the brief moments, in the prolonged moments, in the moments I wish would stand still. Higher frequencies, secret structures, multidimensional escapes.
Sometimes i think we complicate inspiration trying to dissect it and confine it to one room. I’m learning to just let it be magic and mystery.