It's well established around here that I am cranky when I don't have time to be creative. Sometimes that means writing, sometimes it means re-doing a room, sometimes it means painting.
So recently, when Adam asked me when I'm the happiest, I don't know why it surprised me to tell him "when I'm writing or directing or painting with the kids."
I don't know why it also surprised me when he replied, "Then you should do more of those things." (Apparently he was interested in me being less cranky.)
I'm nothing if not an obedient wife (ahem.) So, this weekend, I spent some time painting with my kids.
I used to spend a lot of time comparing myself to other people. It's so easy to do that. Especially when we're talking about creativity. It's so subjective...you just can't please everyone. But I had this strange epiphany that I really don't have to please everyone.
And everyone else doesn't have to please me. Sometimes we forget that we have an opinion too... and if I like it, then it's good enough for me, right?
I'd hate to think that any of us wouldn't try something new and creative simply because we were afraid we couldn't measure up to what someone else was doing. (I speak from experience on that one.)
You have to start somewhere...and who knows, maybe you'll discover exactly what makes you happiest?
For me, it's kid art. Art that inspires and encourages. Whimsy. Bright colors. It's not everyone's cup of tea, but it makes me happy. Like, really happy.
It kind of makes me want to fly...
Tell me...when are you the happiest?