I’ve already mentioned how, after attending the ACFW conference, I found my muse. Thus I have managed to write more in the past three weeks than I have in the last ten months. I’ve found that joy again, that joy that comes with doing something you are passionate about. For me, it’s creating stories, secret worlds from my mind. The art of manipulating words for engagement and teaching.
Now, if that wasn’t strange enough. It turns out that getting creative is like a drug. Seriously. Once those juices started flowing, all these other strange things started happening.
Today, I went to Walmart about bought material. Now, this might not sound very odd to you, but let me tell you: I haven’t sewed anything more than stitching up seam tear in probably 15 years. That’s right, 15 years. Pinterest inspired me back in April to want to try a few projects, so I posted on Facebook what kind of sewing machines people might recommend. Turns out my mom had a brand new, still in the box, extra one for me to use! She gave it to me the end of July when we moved back to the states. That was three months ago. But, now, with those creative juices flowing, I’ve decided to start out making aprons for the girls and I.
“Why?” you might ask. Well, because that’s another strange thing. I want to bake…and cook. Again, may not sound unusual, except I don’t like to cook. Bake, on occasion, sure; but cook? Never been a fan. However, with the new gluten-free, semi-paleo diet (and some more of those creative juices), I’ve been inspired to pull out the skillet, the crock pot, and the Kitchen-Aid mixer!
As if all that wasn’t enough to send the world spinning off its axis, I was looking at SCRAPBOOKING PAPER! That’s right, run away screaming your head off. Now, I don’t plan to scrapbook, I don’t think, but I did find a fun way to make a quiet book for the kids to use in church called the Gospel ABC’s. I thought it would be a nice Christmas present. It requires scrapbook-type paper.
Creative juices. They’re dangerous, man.
This is your brain on drugs…creativity, I mean.