Where is my creativity?January 20, 2007
“I am an accountant”, said my friend, “I cannot be creative”.
Interesting how we assume that creativity can only be applied to certain jobs. Marketing, interior design, graphic arts, and photography have all abused their share of creativity. This way of thinking greatly misrepresents us, as we attribute the skill to the jobs, and not to us.
As a fact, creativity is a built-in feature. In children, this amazing tool is very clear and entertaining. We play with things seeing them something else. That box is a secret hiding place today but if you put it on top of your back you become a turtle! Tomorrow the same empty box will turn into a car, with a paper plate as a steering wheel.
Why.. as adults .. we cannot see this simple imaginary tool?
I remember myself as a child to be creative. I also remember being very intuitive. I was creative in my play and even the way I sleep. And somehow I would know who I will meet around the corner in 5 minutes.
I also remember loosing both skills.
The phrases I regularly heard that destroyed 90% of my built-in ability are the same that you have heard as a child as well, here are some:
“This is not the correct answer”
“Do not negotiate the things I tell you”
“This is a ridiculous idea. It will not work”
“You can not do it”
“Don’t be emotional, think with your head”
“Follow the rules”
“You will make a foul out of yourself”
“I know better”
and my personal favorite
“That is not logical”
THAT is how I lost half of my creativity, and most of my intuition.
But, sadly for those who opposed me, I am back, and as creative as ever. I re-learned all the steps to put the pieces back together and pushed myself harder to get to the top of my game.
I do believe that you have heard the same sentences in your life time (maybe even translated) and how you reacted to them makes the difference between yours and anyone else’s own creativity. The stronger those phrases affected you, the better hiding place your creativity is in.
Couple of years ago I took a different bus route to home. The driver seemed like an opera singer in the wrong place. He was singing on top of his lungs the whole trip with a big smile on his face. (Thankfully he had a nice voice). Later I found out that he was named the “Singing Bus Driver” on Parc avenue road in Montreal. He is one creative bus driver!
Speaking of the hidden creativity, I visited my friend the accountant at home and felt as if I just entered a page in a decorating magazine, with exquisite colors, marvelous furnishing. She definitely is one creative accountant.
Think for a moment,
what part of your life is creativity hiding in?