The Corruption of Creativity

We have all been given creativity. You may claim that you’re not the artistic type, or that you’re often stuck for ideas. But never say that you have no creativity.

What is creativity, after all? It is imagination, originality, resourcefulness, vision. Have you ever had a good idea, then put it into practice? A good idea about anything—a more direct route to work, a way to rearrange your living room, the perfect gift to cheer a hurting friend. That’s creativity.

Imagination, ingenuity, vision—the ability to see something in your mind before it exists in reality. We all have this power, we all do this every day. You imagine what fun you’re going to have at the beach this weekend with your friends. You have a vision of the joy on your child’s face when sees that toy he’s been wanting under the Christmas tree.

Many use this creative power in a far less positive way. You imagine the next phone call will be the debt collector because you’re behind on that bill. You imagine that storm growing worse and your spouse’s car sliding off the road into a tree. This is called worry.

Worry is a corruption of the creative power of your mind. That imagination you have was intended to help you build a business, raise happy children, write a book, design a home. Worry brings fear, and fear brings a halt to all of the good ideas you have.

You have the ability to see something in your mind before it exists in reality. Take note of what you’re seeing. Think about what you’re thinking about. Do your ideas point towards a positive manifestation, or a negative one?

Don’t let worry and fear corrupt your imagination. The world needs your creativity.

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Remember the Time…We Played My Little Ponies?

This post is inspired by the current theme of The Waiting Blog – it’s a celebration of back-in-the-day nostalgia.

My love of fantasy manifested early in my life, and some of my favorite toys that I first remember (outside of my babydolls) were My Little Ponies. (Side note – I am glad that I don’t have a young daughter, because I’d be embarrassed and a little scared to buy her the new so-called My Little Ponies. Of course I mean no offense to you if you like the new look. To each their own).

My sister and my best friend also both loved Ponies, so if the three of us got together, we had a wonderful herd of at least a gajillion Ponies, give or take a few. True to my storytelling nature, I loved the complex games we played, the Pony characters that developed, the worlds we built.

I had two of the Moondancer Ponies. One I’d bought, then got the other as a birthday gift; but instead of returning it, I kept it. And thusly, the twin sisters Moony and Dancer were born. I kept the tail of one of them braided and the other loose to tell them apart.

When the My Little Pony babies were introduced, and later the Pony Big Brothers line, I was thrilled, because now at last I could have a nuclear family. Even at a tender age, I somehow understood that in a society of nothing but girl Ponies, there could be no babies. So I set up for myself a blue mommy Pony, a pink baby Pony, and a white boy Pony wearing a fireman’s hat. All was now right with the world. And the fireman’s hat was especially cool.

I had a physically challenged Pony, just to add another dose of realism to this make-believe world. She was one of those fuzzy Ponies, and she was in a rearing position and came with a clear stand. Because of the fuzz inside the holes in her feet, she wouldn’t stay upright on the stand properly, so I played with her down on all fours. Well, that didn’t work so well either, because all of her legs were arranged for a fancy prancing rear. So consequently, she either had to have a block stuck under one front leg so she could balance, or she had to perpetually lean against a wall. The wall was usually easier (for me), so that Pony often got left out of the grand across-the-room-and-down-the-hall adventures.

Then my Pony herd grew again when my friend and I started collecting Breyer horses, and we sometimes played with the Breyers and the Ponies together. Because a pink Pony with green balloons on its rump goes perfectly with a life-like maquette of Secretariat. Good times.

My Little Ponies were just one of my childhood fancies that shaped me into the writer I am today. Never underestimate the power of childhood magic and playing pretend!

Yep, I still have one of my Ponies out on display. Who could say no to that face?

Yep, I still have one of my Ponies out on display. Who could say no to that face?

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