I have yet to read the first chapter of the book "12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women", I'm still awaiting it's arrival by mail. I have managed to read a few of the responses given by others in the group and I thank you as I now feel brave enough to acknowledge my creative self. Sorry I haven't left any comments, I'm new to blogging and a little "keyboard shy". Anyhoo here it goes.
As a child, I loved art and would often draw. I would showcase my artwork on the walls of my bedroom. I was very proud of my work. I never took an art class until highschool and was thrilled when finally I could partake. It was there that I was introduced to many great artists and to my favourite medium, paint. My then boyfriend and now husband has always been very supportive of my interest in painting. He's even bought me the paints but for some reason I have yet to pick up a paintbrush. It's now been over 10 years. Ouch.
As a child, I also loved to write. This I did in secret. Mostly they were short stories of the fantastical variety. I still have the book somewhere - still hidden. As I put thought to screen about my creativity I realize I've done most of my creative thinking and feeling behind closed doors. I remember turning the volume of my clock radio real low and listening to classical music. Of what could I be afraid? There were numberous times in my youth that I would dance wildly around the house to my favourite music. I felt a terrific freedom in doing this and as usual I was always alone. Indeed, in this self study, I seem to have found a snag with regards to my creativity. Perhaps as a teenager I was worried about being judged. Today, who knows maybe I still am. One thing is clear, I acknowledge the fact that I need my creative self. In the last few years, I have become a mother of two. Kept a nine to five job. And have totally lost my identity. I have been longing for something and I hope that I am finally on the right path through this group. With so many creative people to inspire me, I feel confident that I'll be able to dig deep into the creative joys of my childhood and rediscover myself. I will be whole again.