Showing posts with label gift. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gift. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

September 10; Day Ten



“What would you do if you weren’t afraid?”I have been asked this question several times. My answer is always the same: “I don’t know.” I wonder if that is really true or if I am just afraid to acknowledge what is inside?

The conversation I had yesterday with the lovely, young lady had another topic. It was about creativity. She said something to the effect that creativity, to be good, could have no boundaries. I dwelled on that the rest of the day and it has come back to me today.

When I was in fifth grade, I painted a picture. I do not recall what I painted, but I know I worked hard and was pleased with the results. The teacher, Ms. Paxton, who had lots of freckles, put my picture along with all the other students’ art work on the wall around the room as a display for our parents.  My parents hardly looked at my picture, much less even told me it was a good painting. I still remember the rejection and disappointment I felt. I think at that point I may have started to squelch the creativity inside.

I firmly believe that each person is creative. It is not always a tangible, obvious talent. Watch little children. They are always creating and exploring, until they keep being told “no, do it this way”. Until, one day, they think they have no creativity inside them, but really it is fear.

I encourage my children and anybody else, if you know your creative gift, do not let fear stand in your way of pursuing that. Whether it becomes something that can support you financially, or if it just keeps you focused on who you are, find it and chase after it, don’t let it get squelched.

Liz sent me this quote: “To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.” (Joseph Chilton Pearce). 

So, what would you do if you weren’t afraid?            

Saturday, September 6, 2014

September 6; Day Six

Today is my 52nd birthday. When I came downstairs, the kitchen table was decorated with a table cloth, clear dishes, and wrapped presents. There were 52 tiny, purple, handmade paper flowers dangling from the ceiling along with some paper butterflies, courtesy of Liz.


All day long, happy birthday wishes have been coming through facebook and texts. Every message I read reminds me that each person is a part of my life’s journey. What joy that is.

I didn’t go or do anything out of the ordinary this year for my birthday. I spent time on the computer; worked on the final project for the Accounting Services Certificate. (I swear that project is taking me longer than the whole class!) I’ve had conversations with the girls; we watched the Fire Fly movie, “Serenity”. Wonderfully intense movie.  I am about to go have a root beer float. I wanted that instead of a cake. Maybe watch a little more tv.

The presents I received were perfect. Liz had made a bracelet for me a couple of years ago and I asked if she could make me another one but add some small beads. She wasn’t sure exactly what I was looking for, so she made four, plus matching earrings. She didn’t have the jump rings needed to make the jewelry, so she took wire and made the jump rings. That child has talent and patience.

Jessica bought a pair of ear buds for me because the ones I’ve been using gave me little electrical shocks. I thought the recording I was listening to was just scratchy or something until it started hurting a little to listen. She crocheted around the cords for protection because the reason I was getting shocked was due to one of the cats chewing on the cords. Odd cat, that one.

In addition, Jessica gave me a little wind-up music box. I love music boxes. The most interesting gift was the book she gave me. It is called, “642 Things to Write About”.  I have dabbled in many areas, but even though I may be pretty good at a lot of things, nothing gives me satisfaction. I have found that I enjoy writing. Sometimes, however, a blank page can be paralyzing. This book will be challenging and rewarding and may be just what I have been looking for.
 

Some of the 642 things to write about might just become part of this blog.

Thank you for reading my blog. And if you have wished me a happy birthday, I thank you for that.

Good night.