How do you use your creative energy? Are you a poet, painter, potter, or just perplexed by the thought of making something?
Throughout my life, I have dabbled in many different venues of self-expression, seemingly as an act of survival by creativity. Swinging from vine to vine, I have grasped on to one lifeline after another in the jungle of arts and crafts. If I try to tell this story in order, it goes something like this:
Music - I started taking guitar classes when I was in the 3rd grade. (Never did break that resting pinky habit!)I also played cello in junior high, something that I sometimes think of resuming, but when?
I haven't done much with it lately, but it's nice to know my guitar playing inspired my nephew to pick it up later on when he was old enough to hold a guitar. He now has a room full of guitars and music equipment--quite the little rocker!
My niece was also curious about the object as a baby, but has since found other creative interests to hold her attention such as beading, handcrafts, etc.
I went so far as to dabble with a 4-track recorder, electric guitar, and midi keyboard after being inspired by Beck and other 90's indie music artists, but it has since fallen by the wayside...
Next up on my creative journey was probably poetry. I think it all started with the Hallowe'en poetry contest in 6th grade. After winning that with the likes of this:
How can you blame me, I figured I must have a talent for writing poetry. Whew, gives me the shivers and not in a good way!
I even went so far as to take a creative writing class when I was on Study Abroad in Stratford-on-Avon. I mean, what better place to write poetry than the possible birthplace and town of Shakespeare himself!
That creative outlet comes and goes. Every once in a while, a poem still sneaks up on me...
Drawing was another way to indulge my fantasy world. I remember taking a class at the Olive Rec Center (when I wasn't in gymnastics or basket weaving) and learning that I could draw things from real life as well as from my imagination. I still have my drawing notebook from high school art class, and pick up the pencil now and again.
Speaking of dance, this one was a real life saver. I was always so bad at P.E. in elementary school and junior high (awful hand-eye coordination and depth perception due to my bad eyesight and growing up not knowing whether I was really left- or right-handed), that when it came time to choose an athletics class for high school P.E., I saw Dance on the list and thought, "Well, at least it doesn't involve anyone throwing balls at you" and signed up for that.
I was hooked. Here was the first time I was able to express myself in public (even though the audience probably had no clue what I was trying to communicate) without being shy and reserved. I could use my budding seamstress skills, hairdressing, acting, and dancing and never once had to say a word to the audience. My creativity was fully unleashed for the first time. In fact, it ended up being my (first) college major, which later on shifted to English/Creative Writing, and then finally to Religious Studies (the B.A. I finally finished).
And lest I forget to mention, teaching is probably my most creative endeavor yet. That one started way back when I was lining up all of our stuffed animals into a semicircle and teaching them things on an imaginary blackboard.<-- MY FIRST STUDENTS, BERNARD AND TRIXIE
Later, in junior high and high school, I tutored some of my friends in math, but it wasn't until I was in my mid-20's that I finally realized this was my calling in life. Now I've been in the classroom for 10 years and still feel that every day presents an opportunity (if not dozens) to use my creative and problem-solving abilities to the fullest.
So there you have it! The story of my creative life in a very large nutshell. Hope you enjoyed coming along for the ride. Now it's YOUR turn--what inspires you to create and what venues does your imagination come to life in?
