Some years ago, I started thinking about what this thing called “creativity” was. Creativity seemed to belong to someone special, usually someone with an art degree. As I am getting older, I am finding myself doing “creative” things – writing, photography, even sketching etc. This drive to “create” things is a strange phenomena to me. Don’t know where it comes from, I just know I get this urge to create something. I don’t want to call this a creative drive as I am not an artist. As a matter of fact, the minute I try to label this a “creativity”, I am burdened by this label. This often discourages me to be creative.

I am trying to be free – from calling anything I am doing as creative. I really don’t care what this is called. I just have the urge to draw lines and circles in my sketchbook and color. If this feels good, I am good.

I am not creative. I am just being true to myself.