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Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Creative

Once upon a time there was a creative spirit who came upon a wonderful idea as a result of an inspiration she experienced while visiting a close friend. The idea took root and grew inside her mind and heart but the creative spirit couldn’t quite find the time to make the wonderful idea into reality. "After all", the creative spirit said to herself, "I have so many things to do and responsibilities in my daily routine--I have no time to devote to creative nonsense. Besides, I’m not talented-I have no clue about how to make this wonderful idea." And so the creative spirit left the idea--alone.

But the wonderful idea kept appearing to the creative spirit. It seemed the idea would come up in conversation with a friend or while on vacation and even when she took a short break from her busy daily routine while sitting quietly--alone.

And so, the creative spirit thought, “Hmmmm, I wonder if I could make this wonderful idea, after all? Where do I start? How do I make this wonderful idea?” And so she began to think--about possibility.

The creative spirit thought and thought until she was so exhausted thinking about this wonderful idea she was going to create.

After a while, she decided to tell her friends about her wonderful idea. And then she talked to experts, she talked and talked until she was so exhausted talking about this wonderful idea she was going to create. Everyone loved her idea and were very supportive of the creative spirit. She went home and thought again about the possibility that people might actually like her wonderful idea. And so she sat --alone--quietly thinking about the possibility--of success. “Maybe there might be some value in my wonderful idea”, the creative spirit thought.

“But what if I can’t do this? What if some people don’t like my wonderful idea? What if someone laughs at my wonderful, beautiful idea?--What if I fail?”, the creative spirit thought. And so she felt sad--and alone with possibility and fear.

And then the creative spirit became paralyzed with possibility and fear. And the creative spirit died.

 

 2012 MB Wenzel

5:29 pm cdt


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