Throughout this weekend I’ve had a lot of quality time together with my son and if there is one thing that I find absolutely fascinating it is watching him play and see how his imagination unfolds.
Whilst doing exactly this yesterday a quote that I read a while back came to mind.
And as i sat there and played with some figurines together with him it hit me how little the difference there is from his playing to my writing.
I’m not saying that the subject of either is even remotely alike, but there is something so amazingly similar to being creative as an adult as it is to see the imagination and creativity of a child. They have that amazing sense and belief in magic and the endless possibilities of everything.
Do you remember how awesome it was to create your own world? Your own characters? And deciding where they were going and what they were going to do?
I sure do! And even remember being amazed at how my imaginary worlds unfolded and evolved by themselves.
Do you see the similarity?
In my writing today I get to do those exact same thing!
Just as reading, playing games and going on imaginary adventures, I’m taking my own escape from the real world and into a world of my own. A world where the characters that I’ve made are evolving into more than I could have ever imagined. A world where I can steer them in any given direction and see what happens. A world where I can introduce as much magic and “impossibilities” as I wish.
Creativity is such an amazing thing and I believe that we all have it in us, but in different ways.
I’m lucky to be surrounded by inspiring and creative people in so many ways!
Could it be that our creativity is a way of refusing to grow up? That even though we’ve set foot into the adult world and have to deal with (let’s face it) a lot of boredom, we hold on tightly to that inner child?
So be it! I would not have it any other way!
I will continue to embrace and love my inner child. That little ginger girl that can make anything happen in her own world will never grow up!
That is a promise 🙂