In this week’s episode, I talk about one thing we can do when we get stuck.
Listen to the podcast episode linked above to hear how I’m looking at one such label.
Over the years, I have told many people that they are creative. More than once, they have ask me how I know. This question Millie comes from people who are absolutely convinced they had don’t have a creative bone in their body.
So, here are seven reasons I know you are creative.
- I believe everyone is creative. I haven’t seen anyone yet to prove me wrong.
- No matter your personal belief system, at some point, you were created. You didn’t just appear (and even if you did, you were still created at some point).
- As a created being, you are innately creative.
- People unconsciously used their creativity every day.
- You are your own worst critic.
- You don’t conform to stereotypes or what people expect of you.
- You think about things and don’t just react.
I actually has many more reasons than that but I don’t want to overwhelm you with a lot of irrelevant information right now. With as long as I’ve had this blog, why am I bringing this up now?
I’m working on a self-paced creativity course coaching program. I think everyone would benefit from it, but I’m not naive enough to think that everyone who hears about it will sign up. I think–hope–a few will.
I’ll be telling you more about this as time progresses though. I’m looking at a launch of January 1st, so you’ll be hearing about this frequently.
What about you? Do you think you’re creative? Why or why not? Leave a message in the comments and let’s get the conversation started.
Maybe I should have called this “When I Don’t Know What to Say.” I decided to use “You,” though, because there are times when many of us don’t know what to say or even if we should say anything.
Sometimes I run out of things to say. Or, I don’t know how to say what I’m thinking. This usually happens when I’ve been overthinking. I actually get accused of doing that a lot. And it’s true. When I follow my instincts, I tend to do much better than I do if I think about it first. (Whatever “it” may be at the time.)
Then there are the times that things happen, either personally, locally, or nationally, and I feel like I should say or do something. But I have no idea what that something should be. And that is when I wonder if there is even a point to all of this. To the creating, the writing, the making, the caring.
I know there is.
During WWII, someone suggested to Winston Churchill that they should cut funding for the arts in order fund the war effort. He said (and I could be wrong about the exact wording here), “Then what are we fighting for?”
Even when we don’t know what to say, keep on keeping on. Keep creating. Let your voice be heard for you and the people who truly cannot say anything, not just because they don’t know what to say.
This took a more serious turn than I had intended. But, I suppose, when thinking about current events as I sit down to write a post, that ought to be expected. It also goes to show that even my creative path is not all fun and games and laughter, though I might wish it otherwise.
We have to figure out what to say. We have to say it. And, ultimately, we have to keep creating.
This goes hand-in-hand with yesterday’s post about seasonal changes. In fact, it was originally going to be part of it, but then I decided to separate the two.
When it gets dark early, sometimes the available sunlight (when it’s not overcast) and the overhead lights just aren’t enough. I have a floor lamp and a desk lamp that I use often during the winter months. Even then, that’s not always enough.
Enter the candles.
I have a lot of candles. There’s something about that little flame, flickering on the table by my chair or the file cabinet by my desk that just …. It makes me smile. It’s almost like my own little ray of sunshine. If it’s scented, so much the better.
Yesterday I mentioned that I was going to fight back against decreasing productivity in the coming months because of the limited light. This is one way I’m going to do it. I’m going to be manufacturing my own light when I need to.
It will help.
What about you? What are some ways you keep your motivation up and creativity going when you would rather hibernate?
It happens in subtle ways, but it is becoming more obvious that summer is over. It gets dark earlier. The temperatures are (finally) cooling down. (Although if there’s anyone here from the Southern hemisphere, it’s the opposite.)
Sometimes those changes bring about changes in creative patterns. Writing about summer things typically turns to writing about winter things. Though, truthfully, it should be the opposite. Not because thinking warm when it’s cold will make you warm (I’m not sure I buy into that, to be honest), but because of the way magazine lead times work.
The changes in light are what affect me the most. Sometimes I suspect I have some degree of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). In those times, I tend to be less productive. I have come to expect it.
This year, however, I expect to fight it. I want – and need – to stay productive if I want to finish the year strong. And I do! If I don’t, I won’t finish out the plans I have laid out. Those plans will give me a strong footing for next year to start. So, seasonal changes or not, I need to keep on keeping on. And I will.
What about you? How do seasonal changes affect you, if they do?
A few nights ago, I had an odd dream. I’ve sat on this a while, because in telling the dream, it will sound like a lot of name-dropping. But be that as it may, here it is.
I was living back in our house in McAlester (Oklahoma). The Sherwin Williams parking lot behind the house had been turned into a skate park. The gate was gone off of the fence around our backyard so people were lounging around and watching the skateboarders across the alley.
I opened the blinds on the living room window to check out what all the noise was. Casey Neistat had his camera sitting on the window ledge, doing part of his vlog in my backyard. Peter McKinnon just got there with his skateboard (I don’t remember if it was his boosted board or a regular skateboard – it’s been a few days since I had this dream.) Roberto Blake was there, but not skating. Some others were there, too, some skating, some not. I didn’t recognize all of them well enough to name them.
When I opened the blinds, Casey looked surprised then waved. The doorbell rang. It was a couple more people trying to get to the skate park. Instead of going around the block, they asked if they could just go through the house. I let them.
Someone invited me to go out to the skate park. I said, “I don’t know how to skate.”
They said, “It doesn’t matter. Just come hang out.”
So I did.
What does all this mean? My personal interpretation, with everything I have going on, is that I’m in a good place right now, creatively speaking. My YouTube channel may currently be suffering (that will be changing soon), but I’m in with good people and can learn a lot just by watching their videos and participating in the ongoing discussions.
Whether that’s what this would actually mean or not is kind of irrelevant at this point. I’ve never really been into dream interp, so that’s what I’m taking from it.