Today, while working out in the gym, I thought about creativity. I thought about how much I used to use it– in my writing, in my homemade pop-up holiday cards, in all the colorful letters I wrote, in my dance with the kids, and in the little surprises I loved to make for my friends and family… I try to hold on to the thoughtfulness of these actions, but I wonder if the creativity is still there. Creativity takes time, and let’s be real. I’ve lost time. With it, has the creativity atrophied?
This year I’m making a resolution to write more. I’ll try hard to still write responsibly, keep posts private when appropriate, but I’ve just got to write. I’ll continue a paper journal for when I travel, and continue this blog for my quickfire thoughts. I’ve got to keep writing writing writing. Nonfiction, fiction, opinions, whatever… Thanks to the people who take a glance this way. It has really honed the way I write knowing there could possibly be a pair of eye scrutinizing my words.
I’m also going to eat better (who isn’t?) and run more races. But those are boring resolutions.
And. I’m going to buckle down and rock this semester. Let’s go.
