My creativity is mine.
No one can take it away from me. I don't depend on anyone for it. It brings me security and peace. It doesn't cost money. I can share it but I can't give it away. Sometimes it gets lost but it always comes back.
I think everyone has it. Maybe at different levels. Perhaps they don't recognize it or they suppress it. That would be sad. I can nurture and feed it. Expand upon it.
I watched a show this morning and it profiled a young artist. He lost his eyesight but never lost his creativity. He nurtured his talents to raise over $1 million for charity with his art.
Life is uncertain, unbalanced, unexplainable. I can always find some stability and comfort with pens and paper and needles and thread. The older I get the wiser I am to know that my creativity will be with me through my last breath. It will be a constant part of travels and adventures during my forever. Even as I write about it, I finish with a smile and a heart full of satisfaction.