I’ve always loved finding new hobbies. I have several and most of them I’ve had since my childhood. As the youngest, I always had to find creative ways to entertain myself. I’m sure there are some out there who might pity me thinking how lonely I might have been but I loved it. My imagination was my playground along with the great outdoors. We lived in the country and summers were spent either teaching my classroom of stuffed animals or trekking with my dogs around the farm. I didn’t call it being creative but as I look back creativity defined me. That’s all I did everyday of the summer and it was fun. And when school started, after having taught my own students (uh - stuffed animal students), I was ready to dive into my two favorite classes - English and Art.
I loved to read and in English class I got to read and then get a grade for it. Seemed like an easy A to me. I finished all of my book reports before they were due so I could move onto the next story. Guess it makes sense after a lifetime of reading I now want to create my own stories for others to enjoy. Art class was pure fun. I never had teachers ooh and aww over my creations and I used to think that was a bad thing but it really was creativity at it’s best. I could do whatever I wanted to do. I didn’t care to win first place in the art contests. My friends had talent and could replicate a picture to perfection. I wasn’t seeking perfection but an outlet for my feelings. It was like being home and making something new or coming up with an adventure in my back yard.
As I thought of what to write about his year, I wondered how those moments in the past shaped me as a person. I liked the fact that what I did was original and I made the rules. I shouldn’t have had to lose that joy in creating but as I got older adults told me that I needed to focus on serious topics that could get me into college. This of course became the path to a real job.
I grew up and those moments above became things kids did. Adults followed the rules, got real jobs, and became serious. The crafts and hobbies were only for kids and it took extra effort to fit those creative moments into my life. At the time it made sense. Who can live on hobbies? They are silly things we need to get out of our systems so we can focus on our responsibilities. Right? This prepared me for the non-creative life of being an adult. After several years of the real world and watching others around me settle into a normal life of doing the same thing everyday in jobs they really didn’t like I decided maybe a creative life isn’t such a bad idea. I wanted to know how to tap into the unique feelings I had when I focused deeply on whichever hobby called to me. The decision led me here. A career choice manifested out of a lifetime hobby. This started my road to being a writer and my quest to bring more creativity into my life.
What moment in your life did you embrace your creative side? Maybe you aren’t there yet. I hope my posts this year can inspire you to set your seriousness aside and have some fun.