Creatively Inept

I think it's time that I tell you a little about how insanely creative I am.

I have so many ideas in my head that I often get excited about them and just need to express these bursts of creativity. However, this is where the challenge comes in. I can't draw. I can't paint. I can't sing. I can't play a musical instrument... I can't even read musical notes. I sure as hell can't dance. Therefore, my creativity gets stuck in my head and in turn it makes me not that creative at all.

Once on a trip with my Sis and Ma, to the northern horrible city of Albuquerque, NM, they asked me to explain this. For a while I was completely and utterly dumbfounded because I had no idea how to express this. Obviously, I am not creative enough to explain it. It really is a horrible vicious cycle that I have been battling for many years. The only artistically creative thing I have ever accomplished was a calendar contest I won. We had to design a picture for art class in 7th grade when I was 12. These were all sent to a state wide calendar contest and pictures were picked for each month as well as a cover picture. I won the cover picture... along with $100 in savings bonds (which I have since lost).

Every couple of years when I am doing a really good spring cleaning in an attempt to de-clutter my life, I come across this calendar. I really can't and probably won't ever throw this away. It is the one and only magnificent reminder of how, at some point in my life, I was creative. Then, I remember how the catchy slogan may or may not have been loosely/entirely based on something my mother said. And the only next obvious line of thinking has to be... How bad did all the rest of the photos epically fail if this was the one to be picked for the cover?

Further proof is when me and my sister painted some pretty awesome pottery banks at this cute little place up by Media, PA. I picked a hippo... which I thought was a cow at first but was quickly corrected by the employee of the shop. My sister picked a dinosaur because she is obsessed with them being an anthropology/history geek and all. She even has a tattoo dino which oddly looks quite similar to this little fellow here.



They both looked really cute after they were glazed but I couldn't find the picture that had both of ours in it.

If you could see both of them glazed and up close, you would be able to tell my sisters is painted extremely well with a cute design on the back. Mine is pretty much a splatter of paint... I didn't even manage to stay inside all of the lines.



So, I feel like these are not a justification of creativity and the calendar was simply a matter of luck and possibly the early workings of Charbie (my guardian cherub that kicks it on my shoulder to make sure my life rocks - I'll explain his creation at a later date).

Long story short:
Inside my head = GREATNESS. To everybody else = Still pretty freakin great minus the creativity ;)

-Till next time friends. Keep on dancing to those drums.