I wouldn't say I'm a creative person. I like drawing, but I need inspiration from someone else. I love music, but I mostly listen to it. I play the violin, but I'm not particularly good at it. And it's hard for me to improvise or make sounds that seem original. Crafts are fun, but you can hardly call it creativity when I'm copying someone else's idea. And when cooking its hard for me to start without looking at a few recipes first. I'm definitely getting better at adding a personal flair to different ideas I come across, whether it be in cooking, drawing, music, etc; but it takes time. And I'm not a particularly patient personal. I wish I could look at a raw material and then see it as a part of a masterpiece. But it's hard for me, it doesn't come naturally.
Now writing on the other hand comes much easier to me. Writing helps me process the jumbled thoughts and cloudy feelings that
permeate my mind and my soul. Writing allows me to actually see and for
others to actually see what is going on inside my head. Sometimes words that I would never find myself saying or even thinking can so easily flow to my keyboard or journal. I wouldn't say I'm a great writer...I have been known to throw in extra commas at random and use excessive passive voice; but I do enjoy it...probably more than I'd like to think.
Sometimes I wonder if I like blogging because I'm quiet or non-confrontational or non-offensive. My blog is a place where I can express what is truly on my mind and heart without forcing anyone to listen. Just to know that my thoughts are available if someone would so choose to hear them, then that is more than enough for me.
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