CrAyOnS aNd CrEaTiViTy

Crayons. Or, since we live in Utah and we can't pronounce words correctly "crans" or "crowns" I've heard it all.

I. Love. Crayons.

I can't draw so I color. I have coloring books by my bed at this exact moment as well as 3 boxes of crayons.

The smell of crayons. The smell of my childhood. When I could create a new picture without feeling judged by others or criticizing myself for not being good enough.

Why does creativity have to be leached from us? Why can't we continue to exercise our creativity? I say we should set aside time each day to allow our creative juices to flow. 

                 Why not? 

                              What's stopping us?

Oh, right. Homework. Busy work. That stuff teachers assign us, as if we don't have enough to do. Seeing my nieces and nephews so care free and innocent, creating worlds and all the different games they come up with, I really miss living such a simple life.

Can we all make a vow to be more creative? To release that child we had to hide away far too soon see the light of day again?

Will you join me?