Creativity Is The Sudden Cessation Of Stupidity

creative |krēˈātiv|adjectiverelating to or involving the imagination or original ideas

One of the major things I have discovered in my adult life is that I love all things creative. I always thought we were taught in school that most people were either logically minded or creatively minded. And since I was always really good at math, and for a while there it looked like I might pursue studies in accounting--God help me!--I always thought I was a logical minded person. So although I have always been pretty good at writing, painting, drawing, and things like that, I never really explored that side of myself until I started painting tiles and wall murals. I think that is when something inside me began to wake up, and I felt alive all of a sudden. No wonder I was so bored with the direction of my life thus far.

I have delved into all sorts of avenues along the creative path. I used to think I hated to cook, and as soon as I started getting into it, I realized I had this passion for putting together wonderful dishes for people to enjoy that all had been created by my own hands. I began to learn all the techniques of cooking, what ingredients worked together, and trying new foods I never had before. Sometimes I wouldn't even care about eating my masterpieces. So much of the pleasure came from sitting back and watching how much others enjoyed it.

The last time I was in college, which was over a decade ago, I dropped a psychology class about two days into it only to find that one of the only other things that fit into my schedule to replace it with was a philosophy class. I was not very excited about taking that class because it seemed a lot like a history class to me, and I am not really a fan of history. Who would have known that it would end up being my favorite class? I found the depths of thinking and the challenge to create reasoning where there was none to be exhilarating.

So obviously my most recent obsession is along these same lines. My blog writing started at first as a way to express myself in the grieving of my beloved pets, and then it became an outlet for me to connect with a world I had somewhat cut myself off from in the decision to be with my children all day. And let me say, this is NOT a stab at having to stay home with my kids. Trust me, I have to be creative on a daily basis in continuing to find new and effective ways to deal with them and stimulate their minds. But I have finally found that this is truly where my heart lies. If I didn't want to write blogs or stories or whatever else it may be, I would really love to write songs. But since I never took up the guitar or piano--yet, anyway--I'll leave that up to the professionals.

So as I officially start out n my journey of attempting to be a professional writer, I think if creativity really is the cessation of stupidity, I'm going to try to keep my spot among the intelligent as long as I can.