Unexpected Creations
When I start a post, I don't even know what I'm about to write. It's a surprise adventure.
I'm often in awe when I write cuz of the thrill of not knowing ahead of time how the words will form, but they do.
And I'm doing this for me.
Sometimes I feel added pressure if I am doing something for another person. And I get paranoid, overly cautious and have that sense of "something out there is watching me"...
But when I think of writing for myself, I take it like I am exploring an idea, and learning something new about the world and me.
The more I do these little experiments like this blog or personal projects, the more I realize that I am a creative person.
And that I can indeed create.
I hadn't seen myself as a creator very much before.
For context, when I was a kid, family was filled with creatives:
My dad's paintings and sculptures.
My mom's food and knitting.
My brother's workarounds with technology and djing music.
What was it for me?
I had nothing.
At least, I thought I did.
I felt I was an outcast.
Like no one would figure it out, but me... someday.
... writing lets go of this idea for me.
Now, I am curious how my family saw me as a creator...
I wonder what they would say.
I remember in high school, I felt like the most shy kid there. But so many people called me out-going. But I never believed it. That disconnect lead me to doubt myself and what I was capable of.
Strange how that worked.
I'm still debating it at times.
Do you consider yourself a creator? If so, what did you create that was unexpected?