I've come to acknowledge that I have a need to create.

I wonder if this rings true for most? The more I observe the more I understand that it may just be a select few of us.

Creating can come in many forms, situation specific. For me it can include writing, painting, cooking. I'd also like to include things like exercise, swimming and dancing into the mix, though these things don't exactly have a physical, tangible finished "product" I still feel whole and as if I'm expressing myself.

I need to create to live. I get feeling so blah and stuck in a rut. I spend life ticking the things off my daily checklist and go to bed unsatisfied. Somehow, reading and writing- things I would easily qualify as my favourite in terms of interests- always get shoved to the bottom of my to do list. Groceries, cleaning, laundry, all these things, things I don't want to do and therefore take more time, come first.

Yesterday I dedicated my day to creative endeavours. I painted, I explored, I read, I cooked. But I also realized this is something I'm doing for me and others may not understand. It's a me moment. This harsh realization came about when an unnamed person (because I really do love this person but hated them in this moment) came upon me painting and used that terrible terrible diminuitive and dismissive word when he/she said, "Oh, that's cute."

Side Note: Cute is a terrible word. You may use it for people's babies or small puppies or something of the like, but just as a rule of thumb, don't use it. It does no good.

Oh, and then he/she continued to talk to me and stare at me while I painted. Can't you see I'm doing ME?! Apparently not. But that's okay. Let it go, right? People won't always get it. I think I'm okay with that.