Sometimes I struggle with myself about creative endeavors. Writing in hopes of publication, crafting useful items and hand made presents, that is acceptable, but playing around creatively? I shouldn’t, some boring old practical part of me says. I’ve convinced that inner editor that this blog is a practical thing to set up my platform as a writer, never mind that no one is going to read it.
Yesterday I took a list of all my friends on Facebook and gave them all their own theme songs. I actually took a few days, grabbing a few minutes here and there, on this project, listening to songs, thinking about how I felt about each person. I found the songs that represented them in my mind at the present moment. I took into consideration the type of music, the lyrics and the associations I had with the songs. There were a few where I realized that I really didn’t know much about the person at all, and had to fudge a little. It helped me see who was on my list. Everybody “made the cut”, though. All that were on the list were either people I knew well or wanted to know better. So even though this will never gain me fame, it was not purposeless. I need to open myself up for creative play, it will always have benefit, even though it might not be obvious. Creative play is good for mental health.