Creativity

While it’s tiring, and foolish, to attempt examination of the indefinable, my recipe seems to be losing my mind at least once a month and howling at the universe, either in bitterness at its injustices or in awe at the beauty found in the tiniest moments (or baby animal photos on Tumblr. ) When I drink too much I sing Disney tunes. I dance like an idiot all by myself, until I’m exhausted and start channeling the voices inside who feed me their stories. Sometimes, when I’m laughing hysterically at a joke I wouldn’t normally find funny, or sobbing my heart out over something that any other moment would qualify as trivial, I wonder who is this with the crude sense of humor, or with all this horrible raw emotion? Sometimes I will them away. Then I realize I need them after all. For their stories. If this is what creativity is for all of us, then we’re a brave bunch, allowing all those other voices to live inside us and sometimes getting lost in them. If this isn’t what creativity is for all of us, then oh well, shit, I’m in trouble, huh?

(Cue “Part of Your World” from The Little Mermaid…)