The magic of doing stuff.

Posted: February 11th, 2011

Being “creative” is a fucking struggle, amiright? Every creative suffers from “imposter syndrome” every so often. Who are we, we ask, to call ourselves creative? How is it that saying we are “creative” magically makes it so? The truth is, the proof is in the pudding. Which is to say, so long as we’re just doing it (whatever “it” may be), we are. And so long as we’re not, we really aren’t.

Just think about it. How cool is it that just doing something magically makes you into something? Maybe most people become runners, once they start running. Or they become musicians once they pick up an instrument. The point is, these states of being are completely dependent on activity. And that’s both good and bad news. The bad news is that if you’re not doing it, you’re sunk. You stop feeling like you are that thing. “I am not a runner,” you say. “I am not running. I have not run in weeks.” “I am not a writer,” I say. “I have not written jack in longer than I care to recall.” But the good news is, it’s relatively easy to turn it all around. It really is. I really don’t want to bring Nike into this picture, kids, but I will if I have to. It is a requirement that we do a particular activity in order to earn those magic transformative labels—I mean, you can tell anyone you are whatever the fuck you want to be, but you’ll also know, deep down, that putting “reading” on your resume under “interests” is complete bullshit unless you’ve lifted a tome or two in the last week.

I’m not saying all of this to make anyone (least of all myself) feel bad about their indiscretions when it comes to labeling ourselves. By all means, you are a creative, you are a reader, writer, runner. It is completely within your power to be these things.

So. Get off the little slobby sofa that you constantly recline on in your brain (you know the one I’m talking about—it’s burnt orange, sagging, and one arm has been clawed to death by the resident cat) and do some calisthenics. Then slap back on that beauty queen sash (gardener, rocket scientist, chef) and feel good about settling in with another local microbrew and three episodes of your current sci-fi tv show obsession.

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