Here in Canada, it is Thanksgiving. The time of year when we reflect on our blessings (especially the 3-day weekend), sip Pumpkin Spice Lattes, and eat way too much.
Today I want to reflect on the gift of creativity.
I’ll be the first to admit it: being a writer, or any kind of artist, is hard.
It’s hard work to become better at our craft. It’s hard to pour out our souls and then allow the wonderful thing we’ve created to get ripped to pieces by critiquers. It’s hard to get out of our comfort zones and attempt to sell our work to the world.
Even so, it’s important to remember how special the gift we’ve been given is. It is hard, but would I ever want to go through life without some kind of creative project going? No way!
Creating stories feeds my soul. I’d write even if I knew no one but me would ever read what I’ve written, just because I can.
Let’s face it, artists, not everyone can do what we do. It’s special, even if our work never influences society, profoundly or otherwise. In the midst of your creative travails, I hope you take a moment to be blessed.