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How Their Fear of Creativity Surprised Me

I probably shouldn’t have been surprised but I was. What I saw on their faces was fear. Specifically fear of creativity. When I announced I was to host a creativity workshop and then wandered around to see if anyone was interested, there was fear in their faces … that I might want them to participate. Why are people afraid of their own creativity?

I know that I spent many many years miserably denying that I needed to indulge my creative outlets more intentionally and effectively. And I assume I was afraid but I can’t remember anything really but grief. As if I’d accepted that I had to deny this deep urge to be myself and that brought me grief.How their fear surprised me on Shalavee.com

At some point, many of us accepted the idea we are not allowed to “indulge” ourselves and our inner children, in ‘non-productive” activities. We are expected to act our age, be responsible, and lead our lives productively, safely. We came to an understanding that our heart indulgences were no-no’s and would distract us and keep us from our task to fend and survive.

What’s so weird about being told to not be creative is that creativity has been necessary for our daily livelihoods forever. We are makers. We make clothing, candles, food, blankets and even fires as a way of surviving. Pottery and gardens, tinctures and jewelry are all creative products found necessary in our lives as human beings. And all required an amount of creativity to pull off.

I think this brain hiccup is more a malfunction of the modern age. Of a production mentality and a righteousness obtained in working hard. The Puritan/Protestant work ethic is the root of capitalism. That being seen as hard-working gets you points with your God, parents, teachers, and scout leader. And playing in ways that make your inner child happy gets no praise from the outside world and therefore must be dangerous to that child’s survival.  How their fear surprised me on Shalavee.com

It wasn’t until my inner child had an outright tantrum that I realized I may want to pay attention to what was going on inside. And so I set about paying more concentrated and deliberate attention to what I thought I might need to calm down. Turns out it only took a little while of daily creativity to assure my inner child I had her back. I had wasted So much time but now I know that the fear looked like anger and grief for me but it was still fear of being my true self.  And only in being our true selves can we ever hope to be truly in touch with makes us happy.

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The Work and Waiting

As a new blogger, I knew I wanted to write and be read. And I wanted it all to happen right now. Happen naturally? Ha! Now, now, now with no waiting. And that tension of not believing I really could do it and wanting it now, served to deflate me instead of inspire me. My submissions were rejected, my site was not glamorous enough, and I just wasn’t narcissistic enough to perpetually fan the flames of fan-ship. Thankfully and eventually, I had enough sense to know this too would pass and I did keep writing because at least I knew practice would make me better. This blog was my living resume. And the constancy made me feel like I was still part of a process bigger than me. The work and the waiting on Shalavee.com

What I learned and continue to learn is that even in the quiet moments of just showing up, work is in fact being done. My regular contributions were proving I was reliable to myself and that I was resilient. I learned what I was truly in the long haul for my betterment. Sometimes this looks like connecting with others and myself and sometimes it looks like silence but it’s all hard work to re-see myself devoid of perfectionism. There’s a stubborn sustained single-mindedness that seems to show up and mirror my worth. It may even be slightly divine.The work and the waiting on Shalavee.com

When my doubt storms have finally quieted down, I have emerged victorious. I waited out my ego’s silliness and found myself still standing on the other side. Beautiful and flawed and human and in more awe of how hard life can be when we make it so. And knowing that sometimes, when we commit to taking our hands off of changing things and just letting them go instead, work will be done.

Our processes are personal to each of us. It takes as long as it takes. And we are so worth the wait.

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It’s Nice to be Nice to the Nice

I was almost surprised at myself when I heard me say “Good job, you did great” inside my head. Because how often do I give myself compliments? Can’t remember. But I recognized recently that if you are not appreciating your own efforts, how can you be truly appreciative of others’ efforts. Being nice to you and others is truly the least we can do.It's Nice to be Nice to the Nice on Shalavee.com

So, I started to notice others’ efforts. I started to tell people what I was impressed with when they did their jobs, especially when that job affected my life and well-being. I complimented the receptionist at the orthodontist on handling all our insurance submission paperwork so well. I complimented my chiropractor on how amazing it is that he understands the body so well to truly help us with our physical pain.

Giving out nice words and nice feelings in a day makes both your day and theirs a little better. And somehow, I think it opened me up to being mindful of the effort it takes others and myself to accomplish our own jobs. While I would play down my own artistic talent, I can appreciate the effort it takes to pull of the luncheon party I did last week. And the Halloween night festivities. And the daily running of the lives and needs in my household while also indulging myself in playing and self-care.It's Nice to be Nice to the Nice on Shalavee.com

As Frank Burns gushed guiltily over his commander’s cheerleader girlfriend, “It’s nice to be nice to the nice.” And the more happy karma you dump into the world, the more will come back to you. Respecting and thanking yourself for your efforts and your world will allow you to know that your life is worth living. And make a greater joyous impact on the world in the end. Ain’t nothing wrong with a life well-lived.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your email box. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest  too. I am always practicing Intentional In-touchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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