For as long as I can remember, my imagination has been in overdrive. Lost in my mind, creativity came effortlessly to me. As a child, what others deemed a “gift” never felt like one to me—it was simply a part of who I was, something I never asked for or unwrapped. This labeling set me apart, branding me the ‘weird kid’ for being misunderstood. Eager for acceptance, I often conformed, reserving my creativity for art class or the solitude of my room. There, amidst the quiet, a blank canvas became a realm of endless possibilities, my sanctuary from judgment. This was my ‘home’ emotion.
Like many, I undervalued my talents as I grew, doubting their ability to lead to a “real job” as society insisted. My stubbornness shielded me from conforming to this belief, despite knowing what I truly wanted. Yet, reality’s knock came with bills, propelling me into a myriad of jobs—from the mundane to the slightly more engaging. Throughout it all, my creativity persisted, a trusty escape that crafted characters and revived favorite cartoons. This innate part of me, taken for granted, was actually my salvation.
Fast forward to today, and I understand its true value. Like a long-lost friend, my creativity has been a constant, offering comfort and a sense of belonging. Unbeknownst to me, it was balancing me, making me feel whole amidst life’s tumult.
We often find ourselves lost, buried under the weight of routine, yearning for wholeness. The starting point? Reflect on what brought you joy as a child. For me, it was baseball and storytelling, both still accessible. A mere $5 can risk a backache for the chance to swing at baseballs in a cage, reconnecting with the familiar scents and sounds of my youth. It’s a powerful reminder that, despite the world’s changes, our sources of joy remain, waiting to be revisited.
Expressing yourself is not a crime; it’s a declaration to the universe of your vibrant existence, ready to embrace life anew. Making space for self-expression is one of the best gifts we can give ourselves and our loved ones. Not everyone will understand your mode of expression, and that’s okay. This journey is personal, aimed at finding and loving yourself, embracing your greatness.
So, I urge you to step up to the plate. Take your swings. It doesn’t matter if you hit or miss. What matters is allowing yourself to have fun again, to rediscover where hope and love reside. Like an old friend, they’re always there, ready to welcome you with open arms. What will you do for yourself today?
