“Creativity” … now there is a word that has always made me cringe since I see myself as missing even the tiniest sliver of a creative gene. I thought that only “artists” could claim to be creative. People tell me that I am creative but I still don’t know what they are talking about. I’m not a writer, or a cook and I don’t draw, sew, paint, sculpt, act, dance, etc., … you know, all those things that come to mind when one hears the word “creative.” (I realize that the definition of “creative” that I am using here is a narrow one but that’s a discussion for another day … soon, I promise.) Early on I learned that the creativity was a word that did not apply to me. I remember the crushing disappointment every time I saw that over sized “C” next to Art Class on my report card. The grades in other classes responded to harder study … not so with Art. I could not color inside the lines nor form anything identifiable out of clay no matter the effort. Even my handwriting was worse than that of the boys which in those days was about the most embarrassing thing one could say about a girl’s penmanship. But wait! Despair no more! Just a few weeks ago a wise soul told me that we are all, each one of us, creative my nature. Though one’s art may be, by one’s own judgment, less than exhibit fair, or one’s poetry seemingly too poor to share, it is nevertheless Art! Your creations have value simply because they are yours. You are unique in all the world so no one can produce what you can. When my granddaughter was younger we enjoyed coloring books. Coloring with her was more fun more than it was when I was her age and to her my pages were always perfect. My dear friend, Wendy, told me that she takes coloring books wherever she goes … for herself! Thanks to her liberating statement I, too, bring coloring books with me especially when travelling. So today do something creative be it doodling “abstract art” in the margins, drawing bold strokes of color with markers, writing a few lines of poetry, tweaking a recipe or engaging in whatever mode feels good to you. Most important … have fun and suspend judgment. Carl Jung wrote: “The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.” Happy play time! Let me know how it goes.
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