I woke to a damp, foggy morning. It’s raining in earnest now, and there’s even been some thunder and lightning. Needless to say, it’ll be an indoors kind of day. What I really want to do is get outside, but that’s unlikely today.
It’s not that I don’t have plenty to do–there are the dishes, neglected (again) for too long. Laundry is going now, and there are always other chores to attend to. I could knit, too, or read, or get out that bit of cross stitch I started the other day, or get the sewing machine out and make some pillow covers or a sock monkey. But I’d really rather go for a walk.
I’ve been thinking this morning about creativity, how the need to create, to make stuff, seems so deeply embedded in humans. Making stuff, not just out of necessity, but for the sheer joy of it. I make stuff, often, but I wonder, am I being creative when I’m using someone else’s ideas or patterns? Some of what I make is deeply satisfying; other things are nothing but a chore. What makes that difference? And can I foster creativity, can I become more creative? I don’t have any answers, just a lot of questions right now.
In the meantime, I have the simple, homely chores of everyday life to occupy me. Busy hands, but a mind free to wander where it will. That doesn’t seem like such a bad thing just now.
Happy Wednesday, all–make it a great day!
ETA: The sun’s out now and it’s a gorgeous day. Guess where I’ll be?