Monday, October 22, 2012
I am one of those dramatics who dare to say creativity saved my life. I discovered this later than those who set out for art school at the brand-spankin' age of 18. I discovered this in my thirties (as a side note, I've always considered myself a late bloomer so 18? 30? What's the difference?)
Now, I am approaching my mid-forties and cannot imagine my life without a daily dose of some creative endeavor, no matter how meek or mild.
Yesterday, I was having one of those days we all have here or there: completely uneventful, empty, what some would call blasé. I noticed the picnic table in our backyard, completely covered with leaves, assorted around rocks and other objects I had placed there. I took a photo to capture my observation. All of the sudden, what felt dull, felt lighter.
This doesn't always happen. Sometimes, I can't see the opportunity. When I do, though, I am grateful for my observations. I am grateful I am one who notices and pays attention.
It doesn't have to be a masterpiece. It just has to be yours.
It can turn an entire day around.