As I fumble around trying to find my stride mid-life, I am beginning to remember with awe and respect that leisurely automatic setting my life once had. How I used to take time like it was abundant, and how that time gave way to imagination and curiosity and restoration of the soul.
Working hard is a standard directive issued from the American success psyche, particularly for those from an immigrant family. I was driven by this idea in my career for years, but I’ve begun to change. Working harder is no longer my de facto position for growth or fulfillment.
Creativity is like an explored room inside of us. This room comes standard within all of us. We are usually accepted for, if not encouraged to, explore our creative rooms when we are children. But then we stop visiting it and remove ourselves from the creative space. But we can reclaim these rooms within us.
