Everyone needs a hobby. If people find what you do creative and beneficial to them, that\u2019s a bonus. Yet, as long as you enjoy what you\u2019re doing, it benefits you no matter what accolades you receive or don\u2019t. You still get the endorphins regardless of the world\u2019s opinion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I like to write. If someone comments on the travelogue I\u2019ve posted on Facebook, along with multiple pictures of my trip to Sicily, I feel a certain jolt of happiness because a reader has taken the time to digest what I\u2019ve posted. Maybe they received a boost of entertainment or a smidgen of knowledge or some savoir-faire about travel by perusing my musings. Yet, even if they didn\u2019t receive any justification or reward from browsing what I wrote, I still got the satisfaction of reliving my trip ruin by ruin, cathedral by cathedral, boat ride by boat ride. I got d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not everyone is creative in the same way. I have a good friend Beth, a potter. She thought everyone could throw a pot until she tried to teach me. I failed. Miserably. I didn\u2019t want to try again. I have another pal who is clever at cake decorating, cooking, and costume-making. I admire Becky\u2019s creations but have no desire to attempt anything close to her oeuvres-d\u2019-art. Laura paints. Oh, how I wish I could do that! My sister Donna is an avid gardener, and her yard and flowers look like a British scape; however, I\u2019m not envious. I may enjoy pushing a mower once in a blue moon, but that\u2019s about it for me. I have neither patience nor impatiens for gardening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Firmly, I believe everyone needs a creative outlet, especially when one is no longer pursuing a career, holding down a job, raising kids, or caring for aged parents. I also think spouses of workaholics need purpose and diversion. It\u2019s not just a matter of filling up one\u2019s days but you must feel joy with how you fill up those days. Watching the dryer spin with clothes drying doesn\u2019t float one\u2019s boat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Journaling is a way to relive fond memories, sort out what one thinks about what one experiences, and leave something behind for one\u2019s heirs, even if it\u2019s merely the mutterings of dissatisfaction with how one\u2019s day has unfolded. Maybe, you aspire someday to have a byline in a magazine or in an anthology or emblazoned on the spine of your very own fantasy book; if so, then you need raw material. We forget quickly. Write it down. Jot down your feelings, opinions, and wants as well as life events. You never know when you might revisit a diary to aid you in remembering a happening, a meal savored, or a place visited that later is poorly recollected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Photos are good. Nonetheless, they never tell the whole story. Images may trigger a memory, but prose would have fleshed it out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In January, we open a new memorandum book, unfold a calendar, and begin a new year of our lives with hopes, resolutions, and plans. Make one of those hopes, resolutions, and plans to nourish your creative side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even if the best you can do is collect pet rocks, do it!<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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