Secret One: Acknowledging Your Creative Self
I am participating in Jamie Ridler's blogging book group on Gail McMeekin's book, "The 12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women." I am supposed to read the chapter and post each Friday starting Jan 9th but, alas, some life events got in the way and that didn't happen. While this particular occasion warranted the delay (my daughter's car accident took precedence of course!), it makes me wonder just how many times I allowed life, others, to stand in the way of my own creative process.
As a child and young adult, I was a passionate reader and writer. My goal, my dream, was to be an author and, frankly, back then I had the talent for it. There is a certain confidence in knowing that one is better than most at something, anything, and for me that was writing. No matter what else I failed at..sports, relationships, etc...I could always write. Somewhere along the way I put aside that passion and my talent as well as my soul has suffered for it. I lost my confidence, my belief in myself, eventually choosing to see myself through the eyes of those who put me down and considered me "less than." They didn't see the passionate creative woman trying so desperately to hold onto herself, didn't understand that even though I was no longer writing, not even "working" by society's standards, I was still expressing myself as best I could in other, less obvious ways. Instead of the written word I practiced the fine art of homemaking, of craft, baking and cooking, all done with love for my family and friends, and all done with great passion.
My life changed 5 years ago when my marriage ended, I no longer had the time or inclination to whip up fancy dinners and desserts, had no desire for crafts and for a while my house did not feel like a home. Now, however, I'm in a much different, much better place..my children are grown and leaving the nest one by one, I have found true love with someone who sees the best & beautiful in me, so once again I turn inward to the long-neglected places in my soul that have been patiently waiting to be tended.
So, with the help of this book and this group, I look forward to rediscovering my inner artist, in whatever form she chooses to reveal herself. Rapunzel, come out and play!