First morning of post-vacation funk, I was sitting on my coffee deck taking stock of my abilities, talents and passions. Dejectedly, I wondered why I think of myself as a creative person, one whose talents are distinctly right-brained, since I seem to suck at every creative endeavor I have ever embarked upon. I USED to play music, USED to sing, USED to weave, USED to garden. I don't do those things any more...I was never any good at them anyway.
More recently, I've turned to writing and photography as my creative outlets. Those two activities seem to be headed for the "USED to do" tar pit as well. I've had to concede that I'm not really any good at those, either.
Just as I was spiraling down into a crater of depression about this, a thought came to my mind--as they are wont to do when I'm sitting in my place of communication with the Spirit...whether or not I think I've voluntarily entered into said communication.
"Why do you have to be 'good at' these things to engage in them? Creativity is not about that. It's about enjoying the process. It's not about success, or marketability, or even if anyone else likes or understands what you do. It's about doing what you love because you love it, and because you can."
Hmm. I guess I'll have to think about THAT for awhile.