Written: October 20, 2006
Why is it that somehow, I seemed to have missed out on the creativity gene? I swear I have tried so many different things to see where it may lie, but I think its a sad fact that I just don't have it.
I can't play an instrument, I can't draw a stick figure, I can't sculpt, I can't write, when I sing I sound like someone has run over my foot in their car... and so on...
This might be okay if I was not interested in the arts, but I am! I love music, especially stuff with substance. I love reading, and I think writing is a brilliant art form, I love photography, painting, pottery, mosaic... So it is frustrating that I am not good at any of these things. I think artists in all areas are the most talented, gifted people.
I hope that my son will develop and inherit what skipped over me, because I think it must be an amazing feeling to be able to create something from within, and have it be enjoyed by and have it inspire even strangers. Or to express how you think and feel in such a beautiful way.
Of course, being bad at these things, does not mean I can't do them and enjoy myself, it just means I can't inflict them on the world - be grateful!
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