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Good morning everyone. I hope you all are doing well in this weather. It's a little dreary outside and I'm feeling the want to post something a little different. Yesterday while at work, I had a Professional Development (PD) workshop with my collegues about creativity. Normally, I consider myself a very creative person but at this time, I feel like I lack motivation and often focus. I have a way of looking at myself in a lot of varying ways. I am jack of all trades and a master of none essentially. I haven't exactly found that niche that I need as far as considering myself an artist but I dibble and dabble into a lot of different things.

I have an extreme love for the Arts. I have always been the artist of my home and was encouraged by a teacher in second grade to continue this skill. I had a scholarship to one of the top art afterschool programs in New York. From that exposure, I was able to learn ceramics, jewelry making, and sculpting. I was very cultured if I say so myself. My main bitch was and still is dance. I don't know where I would be without dance. There was so much more I could express with dance. Paper and brushes seemed so concrete and dance was more abstract. I know I sound like a nerd with all these terms but I guess the moral of the story is to figure out what completes you and just do it. There are plenty of times I wish I could get up and perform for people and travel all over the world but that is not my reality at this moment.

The PD however had my mind open to the possibilies. The instructor gave us a few activites to try out and I really enjoyed one in particular. He gave us three pictures that had nothing to do with each other and had us create a creative writing piece incorporating all objects.

Mine went as followed:

     One day as I was driving my vintage Chevy, I came across a funeral. Throughout the sobs, I could see a beautiful array of flowers. So many bright colors. It made me think of Louisiana which was hit like a wooly mammoth with such devastating circumstances. I could only think of life. The joy of being in the present. Making a moment, painting vivid pictures of streams of light that danced in front of my eyes. Thorughout the sorrow, all I could do was smile.
     I kept driving until I reached a cliff. I accelerated and closed my eyes as I shook free from my seatbelt and floated throughout the sky. My wings lifted me higher as I began to fly over my purple mountains majesty. Throughout my travels I could only help but ponder what was beyond the stars and clouds.

Looking at this piece made me think I didn't lose my creativity, it was just hindered some. I need to get back into writing and doing the things I loved. The speaker also said that by doing this piece, it tells a lot about who your are as a person or who you may be at the time. What does this say about me?