I realized about 10-15 minutes ago that a majority of my plans always include a way for me to be creative in some way. I almost always have my camera(s) with me. Or a notebook and pens. Always my phone (which has a good camera).
For me, there is something in being creative that brings me peace. I don’t know what it is or why it happens..all I know is that it does. Seeing an idea grow from a firing of the synapses to the planning stage to the execution to the unveiling of the final product gives me a joy I can’t explain. There’s a euphoria that results from the process. Yes, I KNOW there’s a scientific/medical explanation for it. It still happens and I enjoy it.
It doesn’t even have to be something of my own. Having someone be excited about their project and art? I want to share their passion. I guess that’s why I try to surround myself with creative types. I get inspired by what others do. They push ME to create. It’s one of the most infectious things in the world.
More often that not, it’s the only thing that keeps me from going completely bat shit crazy.
And I’m ok with that.