Mud on trowels. I have been smoothing all the textured walls in our family room. It is tedious, messy work, not at all inspiring, and extremely consuming. I had two whole days last week without the kids, and while I would have loved to cast on a new pair of socks, start the embroidery project I have in mind for Avery or get a head start on home made gifts for next month, I did nothing but smooth the walls.
When consumed with such a big house project, I feel less than creative. I look around at other blogs and see all these wonderful, original ideas people come up with and think to myself, what is wrong with me? Why can I not homeschool, fix up the house, get breakfast, lunch and dinner on the table, do a load of laundry and whip out a few handcrafted goodies and a novel or two?
Then I get over my one man pity party and remind myself that I am creating something, whether I see it or not. I am creating a smooth walled family room in which we will spend countless hours creating memories as a family. I am creating a leisurely breakfast of oatmeal with toasted coconut and hot tea which will nourish my children. I am creating a laid back atmosphere which is inviting to the neighborhood children that gather at my home in the afternoon and eat all my mandarins. I am creating a love of books when we sit down each evening and read together. I am creating energy for the next day as I lay down to sleep each night as soon as my kids go to bed.
I may not be able to hang these creations on the wall, slip them on my feet, put them on a shelf or wrap them up and give them as presents, but I can take them to heart and remind myself that creativity comes in all shapes and forms, and right now, I am as creative as I can be. For that, I am grateful.