I had a scare yesterday. And I’ll tell you at risk for sounding like a wussy whinner.
I dropped and broke a glass and when I went to pick it up an unnoticed part punctured the fatty part of the palm of my right hand (I’m right handed) right in the crease where my thumb meets my palm. Immediately there was pouring blood since there are a lot of veins right there and I may have panicked and may have almost passed out. Maybe.
After applying pressure I noticed that aside from the pain from being cut, I was feeling sharp pain inside my hand which I worried meant there was glass still in my hand. I dismissed this and waited for the pain to subside, which it never did. I couldn’t move my thumb and my hand was in constant sharp pain and swollen.
I started to worry that I would not be able to draw and create for an indefinite amount of time and this terrified me more than there most likely being glass in my hand. I tossed and turned all night last night and finally woke this morning feeling depressed. After less than 24 hours knowing I couldn’t write, draw, cut, color, glue, paint, BRUSH MY TEETH (I eventually used my left hand, don’t worry) I was depressed. I knew then that I had to fix this.
I called my doc, they told me to try the ER or urgent care. At this point all I had was a bruised hand with a TINY puncture wound and scab and knew I would be waiting for eternity for them to probably roll their eyes and or laugh at me. Not an option.
So I went to my craft tool box, found tweezers and an X-Acto knife and will spare you the details of the rest… I WILL say however that I fished out a 1 cm long shard of glass and was immediately able to move my thumb again.
the MORAL of this seemingly pointless, feel sorry for me, story: upon realizing I would not be aloud to create I immediately became depressed. And that was significant. Creation is so important, for me, for you, for everyone.
For almost a decade I had no creative outlet in my life. I abandoned drawing, I hardly scrapbooked any more. And I was not happy in this state. Once I began to create again I found a happiness and satisfaction and pride that I hadn’t known in far too long.
I truly believe that creativity is what sets our species apart from other animals. And at risk of sounding like a know it all, I will move on.
We have this ability to create art and beauty from nothing and we need to use it!
I say it all the time, but I truly mean it – CREATE EVERYDAY!
Doodle, paint, cook, garden, sew, crochet, stitch, plant, bake, knit, build models, write, photograph, decorate, run a business, play music, put an outfit together, string a necklace, whittle, weld, fix a car, do nails, create a spreadsheet – literally endless possibilities of creativity!!! There are so many ways to create. Find what makes you tick. Find what gives you life and joy and positivity. There is something for everyone. And if you don’t think there is, get creative with the way you are looking at your life.. likely there is something you are creating that is going unnoticed. Take a class at the local junior college or community center. Find a mentor or friend to create with. Go to stores that encourage creativity. Find your creative passion and feast on it! I promise it will enhance your life. PROMISE!
Im sorry my lame story about glass embedded in my hand had to preface this revelation, but it was on my mind so whatever… 😉
I love you all and thanks for reading rant