I've recently been thinking about how sometimes setting restrictions for projects can actually create more opportunities to be creative. It sounds counter-intuitive, but limitations can actually bring out interesting brainstorms and problem-solving. For instance, attempting to write a Shakespearean sonnet may involve more rules, but it also encourages us to be clever with our words in order to fit a specific pattern. It is a different kind of creativity than a free-form poem, no doubt, but which is more impressive? I can see arguments both ways, and quite honestly, I tend to admire the talent that it takes for both.
As I keep admitting, I tend to put way too much pressure on myself to fit certain molds. Originally, I wanted to have a cohesive blog theme, where I followed some sort of organized agenda for what I wanted to write every month. But I quickly recognized that I wasn't excited about writing when I felt like I was forcing a topic or like I had a strict deadline for completing what I wanted to write. I enjoy writing vulnerable pieces that encourage others to not feel alone. I enjoy trying to provoke a dialogue or to get others to consider a new thought.
But I also don't want to restrict myself from pursuing ideas that may not be as deep as others. Sometimes we don't have a lot of time to devote to huge, serious projects. Sometimes creativity can be kindled in small, every-day choices that honestly don't need to turn into big projects. That doesn't mean that they can't be fun or still stretch our minds. Perhaps if we listen, we know what type of project best suits us at any given time.
Working with kids, I've often been impressed by how creative young minds can be, especially when they are in their early elementary years. They are so uninhibited by pressure, time restraints, or how ridiculous an idea sounds, that they are not hindered by wondering if something is worthwhile to think about. They brainstorm freely and openly, and with no shame. Regardless of what many people think of me, I often think I'd be better off if my mind were more open like a child's!
With that said, what better way to start the new year than with a playful poem to memorialize my first and only car I've ever driven? :-P
To My Cobalt
You were my freedom when I wanted to get away
Now you're 11 years old and there's so much to say!
Long commutes to school were certainly not the best
But thankfully your reliability always passed the test!
So many times squished in a car filled with at least four or five
But it was worth it for how drives helped friendships to thrive!
So many memories of heart-to-hearts on road trips with friends
Even that one drive from Cedar Point when a bird's life I did end!
Singing along to the radio with windows down
Sometimes driving nowhere in particular, around and around
Stains from spills- some made by the kids that I care for
All the good memories that make my heart sore
Cuddling in the backseat at the end of a Backstreet Boys show,
Where I held Brandon's hand and our relationship began to grow.
Even the broken glove compartment for someone to repair
Helped me to see he was someone beyond compare!
Even the broken glove compartment for someone to repair
Helped me to see he was someone beyond compare!
Now that your "check engine" light is finally alight,
I fear that it is almost time to bid you goodnight.
I'll always remember the adventures and how you made me feel free
You'll never be replaced in my heart- even if we're getting a CR-V
