Inside of me, there’s this creative person that feels like she’s being told to quiet down, that there’s no time for her. That she’s not important right now.
And that bothers me.
It’s like telling my best friend that I can’t go shoe shopping. I’m too busy.
So much of our environment forces us to micromanage what is important to us. We have the work that we do, bills to pay, laundry to fold, groceries to buy, and soccer practice to put our energy into. Instead of challenging ourselves intellectually with reading, writing or daydreaming we’re feeling guilty because it’s not what our logic says is productive.
The weekly cycle is exhausting, but what is life without the creativity? What would our walls look like without art? Our books without literature? Our dreams without boundaries? Logic is fine for calculating the answers. But where would we be if we couldn’t express life’s beauty?
We would be living blindly, and I don’t plan on doing that any time soon.
But creativity isn’t a forced thing. I can’t block out an hour of my day to be “creative hour.” I can’t check off “creative today” on my list. What does it mean to live your life letting that person inside of you breathe?
I’ve heard people say that they carry a notebook, a scrap of paper, a pen. Anytime creativity strikes they’re ready. In an elevator, on the phone, driving in traffic. Having that tool, that vessel to keep thoughts close by; whether it’s jotting a word, a note, an idea. Keeping tabs on your creative intuitiveness can help facilitate the ongoing conversation.
That conversation is important in life. Just look at it as letting your soul breathe.
Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they didn’t really do it, they just saw something. It seemed obvious to them after a while. That’s because they were able to connect experiences they’ve had and synthesize new things.