Unless you are a paid artist of some kind, chances are the older you've gotten the less time you have for creativity or play. We are all born with creative minds and the kind of imaginations that could take us from our families' kitchen table to the so convincingly real Candyland of our dreams. I remember thinking that heaven was Candyland. I could eat all the candy I wanted someday if I just made it through the famous golden gates- which were obviously guarded by two angel-like elves that would either let you in or turn you away. That's how my young and sugar high mind imagined it anyway. I think it was actually the place I thought of most when I was falling asleep at night as a kid.
I accept that growing older comes with more responsibilities and of course more topics to worry about including but not limited to; jobs, bills, politics, insurance policies, health issues, 401k's, laundry, dinner... the list goes on. Not only does the list go on, it cycles through from start to finish every single day. What I don't accept is that this needs to push out all our time for creativity. We must decide to make the time for play. Even if it's just a quick 5 minutes with a blank piece of paper and some markers. Remember that? It must be a decade since I doodled without a purpose. I'm not talking about doodling in your fancy planner. I'm talking about drawing an apple tree and a couple stick figures holding flowers in the sunshine (because that's about as good as my drawing skills go) because creating things without an agenda is just good for the soul. No ego. Just you and your dorky little imagination having a little reunion every once in a while. All I know is I'm going to bed thinking about kicking it in Candyland with little angel trolls.
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