On skill level and creativity
I’m writing this looking outside of my Uber driver's window, marveling in the deep navy blues, muted peaches, and desaturated raspberry pinks of the twilight sky.
A thought passed my mind: I wish I could paint it. I wish I could translate the colors I’m seeing onto a canvas. I asked myself why my writing skills are higher than my painting skills, and why
But then I thought about it.
Why can’t I just translate it into words? Why must I curse myself because I can’t paint?
That’s the blessing of being a creative: you don’t paint, sculpt, sing, draw, act, or write. You create. You can do it all, or pick just one. But as a creator, your only call to action is to create.
I write this as a reminder to myself to stop being so mean to myself. Even if it's hard. I'm a creative, even when I don't feel like it. I'll be back to myself soon.