It’s funny how the word “Creative” is now a name for people who are creative. I can say, “I am hanging out with the creatives today.” That’s new, isn’t it?
I have had a huge burst and subsequent constant flow of creativity in the past few months. It started around Thanksgiving. About this time last year, just after Spring Break, I was approached by a friend to help coordinate a fundraising event at my church. It was a big deal and I put a lot of work into it. A LOT! It was a major success and it is probably what started me on my way “back” from the doldrums and into my creative flow. It helped that I had some left over supplies like feathers and beads!
Blogging, writing poetry, taking pictures, making video slide shows, doing crafts, making jewelry, making costumes, decorating for parties – these are all creative expressions that I enjoy. That part is important. Everything I do expresses who I am. When I create something, it becomes an extension of me. It contains a part of me. It is what I do to enjoy life. Being productive, creating things and giving them to the people who I love is what I do. It is who I am.
I don’t have a muse. I don’t think I need one. I like to make things when the feeling strikes or when I get an idea. Sometimes that is late at night or at an inopportune time. I have to hold it in my head or write it down until I can work on it. I don’t think I could ever make a living – or work for someone else – as an artist. In that case, I would need a muse to motivate me! The best part of being “a creative” is that it is entirely up to me when I want to make something, how to make it, if I finish it, what ever “it” is, it’s all up to me. That is how I like it!
