There’s a Creative in Me
And you.
Although that side may be hiding, or even forcefully kept at bay, it will happily show you the way,
if you let it.
“Am I creative?”
That is a question I’ve had on my mind for years.
It all started during a Communications class in college. One assignment was to write a script for a TV show or part of a movie. I was big into “Friends” those days, having just finished the series.
I planned, found a sample script write online, wrote like mad, and submitted. I shared my work not just with my professor, but with anyone who shows even the slightest interest.
Feedback from friends was few and far between. I got an A on the project, but no notes.
Not the whirlwind of approval and flashing lights on a red carpet I had expected…
Writing an episode of TV was the most fun I had in college. The work did not feel like work.
Ever since wrapping up that assignment, I’ve been yearning to create since…
Though I never fully acted on or committed to for a number of reasons.
Fear being one.
This sounds like: “What if the people I love don’t like what I’m producing? What if they don’t support me?”
“What if they think it sucks?”
Imposter Syndrome being another. Also fear. Fear of not being “good enough” or XYZ label I often give myself.
Lastly (and this one if a funny one), Success.
WHAT IF IT WORKS?!
What if I do it, and love it so much, that this very thing upends my entire life?
This is no longer a question of “What could go wrong?” but of “What if this goes RIGHT?”
So, because of these thoughts (that seem so silly as I type them out), I suppressed the voice inside my head for years.
The voice that wanted to be let out into the world.
The voice that has lessons to share.
Jokes to make.
Stories to tell.
and Questions to ask.
However, the rumblings never stopped. I swear if you saw my notes and Evernote you’d think I had multi personality disorder.
The range is WIDE, my friends.
There are stand up bits (which is generally an excuse to critique society and those around us).
Ideas for TV shows and movies (originals too, promise).
Reflections on life.
Parallels between fitness and work/life/relationships.
The whole gambit, really.
So here I am. Opening up again to the world.
Deciding to write because I genuinely enjoy it.
Not concerned about what others might think.
Or if it will “work” or not (whatever that means).
Wayne Dyer once said “Don’t die with your music still in you.”
Read that again.
I am not planning to die with whatever I have still inside of me.
So…to many more. Cheers.