Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Biggest Fear of Creative People...

Hi Everyone! Hope you are all having a good day!
A fellow teacher and I were talking in the staff room just last week and the subject of creativity came up. His wife had just recently had a new baby and he was very happy about the event, but not unexpectedly, found himself very busy. Between school and being a new dad, he was exhausted most the time and wondered when he would finally get back to having time for “projects”. And more importantly, would his creativity still be there when his life resumed something that resembled normal? And that struck to the heart of the matter. Sure, we creative types can use a wee break from being creative, but what if it goes on too long. Does it go away entirely? That was his worry, that like a muscle that atrophies when you don’t use it, would his creative mojo be lost if he took too much time off.
I quickly reassured him; of course, that it would be there for him when time permitted, but in the back of my mind I was remembering the times this very worry has kept me up at nights.  I can remember two very distinctive times in my life when I worried that my deep well of creativity was gone. The first was when I lost two dear brothers to cancer. At the time my creativity was expressing itself in wildlife painting. I remember the day so clearly when my first brother died: I packed up my paints and canvases, sensing that time was over. I went out into the world and got a job teaching English to high school students and it worked by giving me a new focus. The change was healthy and soon I was feeling creative again. Then the writing bug hit hard for I had wanted to write all my life and had dabbled in it before. But this time was different as I made up my mind to take it as serious as any calling I had ever had.
The second time I was hit hard was this past fall with the horrendous tragedy at Sandy Hock. I just quit being creative and lived in shock and despair that such a thing could happen. I despaired of every feeling I would write again. That all my mojo had gone away and this time for good. And then one day this past February I found myself again. And the creative juices were as alive as ever when a new idea for a series took hold. A sweeter moment did not exist except when I found my husband and true mate Don, but that is another tale.
So, my school pal, I think you will definitely come back to the light when time permits. I told him I think that are two types of people in the world: Those that create, and those that destroy. Keep up the creating fellow writers, painters, sculptors, bloggers, architects, and readers for you make our world a far, far better place. J
January Bain 
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Julie Eberhart Painter said...

You are right, of course. I think your friend might have postpartum depression. Men can be overwhelmed by responsibility and get so in the groove that they don't remember to breathe, breathing being a form of creativity that refreshes the soul and leads to a creative spark.

Once he's less tired, he could begin to write poetry or jingles about his child growing. These would be exercises. An artist might sketch his child or make a cartoon of family events. A musician could compose a song or lullaby in the wee hours of an undisturbed morning.

First the rehab, then the commercial product. Practice will pull the creativity back into the forefront.

January Bain said...

Hi Julie,

How nice to hear from you! I think you're spot on about the possibility of postpartum. It's a leviathan responsibily and no bigger job on the plant, that of being a good parent!

Yes, rehab first and product second.

Have a great day!



January Bain said...

Make that "planet"!

T. M. Hunter said...

Being in the middle of my own slump of creativity, I certainly hope you're right...