I want to mention the beginning of my creative journey. I think creativity varies in everyone for sure but some live and breathe creativity. Just by planning a trip outside of the home to problem solve your way to get to work requires creativity and planning.
What if you can’t help but need to make something just to get through the day? I started asking this question when I took a government job that specialized in dealing with financial information. Throughout my life, I managed to have jobs in so many fields, including medicine, finance, education, diplomacy, cleaning hotels and lifting sand bags. The sand bags were from a summer job in Asia where we prepared for typhoons when I was a teenager.
All of these jobs have taught me about professionalism and hard work, especially because my parents encouraged me to work hard. But nothing changed my course better than the job in finance. You see, I’m not so skilled with numbers. In fact, it’s like telling an antisocial person to have the courage to ask the girl out on a date, then be smooth the entire time. I fumbled my way through business calculus in college with the help of tutors, homework help centers, and frequent visits to see the T.A.–teacher assistant. Even then, I was so relieved by the “B” grade at the end of the course. Somehow I majored in Accounting at one point and had a tax analyst job after college.
So when I took a position in finance in the government, I was nervous but knew how to navigate Excel and the simple formulas, thanks to a computer information science course whose exam I nearly walked out on. Excel formulas and functions with a pencil and paper? Really? Everyday, I was tired and living on coffee. I started to notice that I’d perk up and the hours would pass when I would create the holiday flyer for our office or make charts and maps of processes. I spent so much time on the designs and technical writing instructions with visuals. These tasks were few and far in between so I decided to take design courses at a night school down the street from the Capitol building in DC. I was a completely different person there in class. I was excited and spoke up often in class. It felt like I was around “my people”.
Soon I realized that I was having bad days when I hadn’t created something. That something could be baking, knitting, sewing, drawing, dancing, painting, helping someone or writing. Thus began my active journey with something that was always there but unacknowledged. Organizing the stuff around the house always requires the creative ability to envision what you want to see and making it so. Are you a creative type? What do you do for an outlet?