I’ve been thinking about how we take on roles that we’re given.

labels people give you, the ones you give yourself …  and sometimes labels can really put you in a box.  for most of my life i’ve been a little too serious to ever think i had a couple different labels going for me.  {omg i might be multifaceted.} 

  and up until recently I never would have given myself the coveted creative label.  

i have no obvious talents that make people want to naturally encourage me to be creative.

i have terrible {thee poorest} hand writing, take little care to arrange food to make it look pretty, and the extent of my drawing abilities lie in stick figures.  

but oh how i love art. appreciate it.  and always have. in its many forms.

i come alive around beauty.  

its not uncommon for me to be so overwhelmed by emotion to cry over a painting, a delicious meal, a perfectly wrapped present, an honest photograph … beauty arrests my heart.  and often.  

but i always thought – those pretty things that people created were for others. 

certainly not me.

i did not see myself as creative, talented, beautiful.

and even after people coming into my life with eyes that see beyond the surface

telling me

“you’re so creative”

i brushed it off.

thinking they were just trying to be nice to me.

{holy low self esteem in this area} 

but recently i’ve decided that i am creative.

and this blog, and all y’all (that’s plural for y’all btw) have helped me discover that.

and maybe it is just in the clothes i pick out sometimes, or the way i arrange a wall above my desk, or the way i know exactly what i like by eyeing it.  

but i’m creative.

I am CREATIVE.

and so are you.

we were all made to be.  

in one way or another.