I have never thought of myself as a creative person. I can’t draw to save my life, most craft activities frustrate the crap out of me, and the ability to paint is beyond me… or is it?
Over the last couple of years I have had an increasing urge to nurture my creative side. To become creative. To make things. To write things. To take photos. Hell, I’ve even had a yearning to sew things, which I have always sworn that I would never do since failing the sewing half of home economics in grade 8!
I love art. I love looking at it and thinking about it. I am in awe of the creative process. One of our family’s favourite things to do on holidays is visit museums and art galleries. We have been to big ones in London, Paris and New York, and small ones selling local artisan’s wares in tiny towns. I love it all. Our home is decorated with pieces that we have found and brought home with us. Some local, some from further away.
There are some creative things that I already do: We are in the process of renovating our home, so I have been doing an interior design course as well as decorating and styling the completed rooms. I love to take photos, and this year my aim is to do more of that. I play along with Fat Mum Slim‘s photo a day prompts, even if I am sometimes a day or two late. I’m going to take my big DSLR off the shelf and use it more often, not just on holidays. And this blog and keeping a journal are getting me writing.
But I’m also going to do more. I spent time with my coach unpacking what had been holding me back from jumping into creativity sooner. The fear. The self-doubt. The feelings of not being good enough. This year is the year that those things will not hold me back from trying new things, discovering and nurturing my creativity. And I’m going to have fun trying it all. It’s going to be an adventure.