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.
You are wonderful and this is a magical gift. Thank you.