Sometimes I feel as though I am the least creative person in the world. This is not a comment on myself so much as it is on the people I associate with and cross paths with on a daily basis. It’s true that not everyone is a designer or writer or artist or dancer or crafter, but sometimes it feels that way.
It can be discouraging at times. Like when I know so many writers and it seems like all of them are way more successful than I am. And then I feel self-conscious even mentioning that I attempt to write, and even once earned a degree in Journalism from one of the top universities in the field because I am afraid that the mismatch of their expectations and what I’m currently doing with my writing would be disappointing to them.
But there are, of course, many good things about everyone being a creative genius.
Like, gather ’round the campfire ice cream. Toasted marshmallow ice cream with graham cracker and chocolate chunks. Which we had at Ample Hills creamery today at our preschool field trip. I’m feeling inspired to experiment with my own ice cream flavors now.
Also, being able to see where people get their inspiration and how they incorporate it into their work. Knowing just how hard someone had to work to get that just the way they wanted it. Watching a project be born and fulfilled, from start to finish.
And knowing that just by crossing paths with these people, some of it will rub off on me, and on my kids, and in our lives, and we’ll all benefit from it.