Practicing creativity takes effort. Whether you want to paint, write, or play music, desire does not translate into ability. Not without work. Too often, we are all guilty of setting down the pen or brush for one reason or another. Always with a promise to pick it back up again when life is done. But that won’t happen.
Life is life. It will always be there until you’re in the ground, and by then it will be too late to do anything. So, you have to make time. I have to make time. We spend our childhoods exploding with creativity, but we are taught that this must be suppressed and hidden once we “grow up”. And in the end, we have a world of dull, unhappy people drudging between work, home, and bed in an endless cycle.
I’m sorry for this rather unpleasant description, but stifled creativity can cause this reaction in myself. So, let me encourage you. Write. Play. Imagine. Life isn’t life without these things. Never written anything for yourself before? Get a small notebook, put pen to paper, and start to image something. Then describe what you’re seeing, feeling, smelling. What is happening in your mind movie? Write it out for about 10 minutes.
And don’t be afraid! (Fear is the mind killer for you Dune fans.)