To create something out of nothing is a skill. To create is healing for the soul.
When I was a kid all I wanted to do was create. Whether it be choosing which Crayola crayons to color with (I was brand loyal even then) or starting some new craft project, there was always something I could get lost in making.
As the years passed by my love for creating didn’t wane in interest, it blossomed with each season of life. I had no idea it was possible to continue to live a creative life as an adult. I thought it was something that must die when you “grow up” (thankfully it hasn’t, what a sad world that would be).
I always wondered who created the things around me and how could I become one of them. It was like a secret club I didn’t know how to get into. Did they possess special tools to help create these masterpieces? Did they think differently than I? It was all so mysterious and all the more exciting.