I consider myself creative.
One of the things I’ve really wrestled with over the past couple of years is that I’m in a very dictated job that really doesn’t allow for my definition of creativity. What’s worse is that my schedule has often left me feeling worn out, and that left me with little energy or inspiration to work on my own creative endeavors. I was starting to have a nervous breakdown because I felt like I just wasn’t releasing my creative opportunity.
Except I was. Teachers in need of a different way to present a skill would often ask me to help them brainstorm or just flat out suggest an alternate activity. I was asked to help solve scheduling problems. I wasn’t doing anything concrete, but I was still being creative.
That’s really what creativity is. It’s opening your mind to other possibilities and making them happen. The only proof may be how something happens, but the craft of resolving the problem took a little creativity.
I consider myself a problem-solver, and that by definition means I’m doing something creative.
