If I had a quid for every person who says ‘I’m not creative at all’ or ‘I don’t have a creative bone in my body’, well, I’d have enough money to go buy myself a shiny new kiln, a course on how to use that kiln AND have enough left over to buy all the melty glass you can shake a stick at!
The truth is EVERYONE is creative. From choosing the clothes you wear to cooking dinner and arranging it on a plate. Deciding on a colour scheme for your house to taking family snaps.
I think there’s this idea that being creative means you can paint. And that is bullshit.
For years and years I thought I wasn’t creative. The only thing I did was paint the walls of my house, again and again…and again.
I wanted to create but something stopped me. I didn’t know what that something was though. I believed it was because I was ‘crap’, I believed it so much that it became a fact. So I never tried, other than painting those feckin’ walls!
Actual real life got in the way too. I had dinners to cook, uniforms to wash, children to attend to. The older I got,the more that creativity got squashed. Until there was nothing apart from painting those god damn fucking walls!
I was still in that place where something was stopping me. No time, no money, no ability.
Fast forward a whole lot of years and a whole lot of life. That life had changed monumentally and I was a brand new me. A me that included a new relationship and giving up smoking. My new partner had taken a stained glass course years before and taught me the basics. I was crap when I started but I forced myself to stick with it, to ignore the voices in my head telling me I’d never be any good, it was a waste of time and a waste of money. I pushed through that to prove to myself that I could. Made myself simply enjoy the doing of it, rather than setting myself up for failure by expecting myself to be good straight away.
And that’s when I realised what had stopped me all those years.
Fear of messing it up, of getting it wrong, of looking ridiculous and of never being ‘good enough’.
Once I let go of all that bollocks and simply let myself play, not only did I become the creative person I’d always wanted to be, I got something so much bigger than that. I lost my fear, I learned how to play purely for pleasure and I also learned that what you convince yourself you can’t do, is determined only by yourself and you can change that at any time.
You know another thing that has happened since I let myself create? My kids do too. As they’ve got older, they haven’t lost that ability to play, to dream or to believe in themselves that so many of us do. In the doing of it myself, I have inadvertently taught my children something I always wanted them to feel, but didn’t know how to show them.
Being creative is so much bigger than just being able to paint. It allows you to be free, to go out of the lines, make your own rules, let your imagination breath and grow, and in some cases, find your calling in life. ( I create from my heart.)
G’wan, get some clay, make a sculpture, bake some cakes with your kid, paint an abstract on the wall. Anything, anything that takes your fancy. Let yourself play. Your soul will love you for it.
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