Creating

Dancing is my favorite form of creation. It’s medicinal. It’s comforting. It’s releasing and it’s joyful. Except when I observe feelings of insecurity and self doubt.

It’s truly a vulnerable way of expression, especially when there are people around. The thing is though, who cares? If dancing is what makes me happy, I should dance. It doesn’t need to be perfect, it doesn't need to be trendy, it just needs to be immersive. I find myself too caught up in the looks of dancing, worrying about how others will see me. I should be focused on the feeling I get inside, the energy and the pull of the music. When I bring myself back to the present, in my body and out of my head, dancing is magical.

Any form of creativity that humans like, whether it’s painting, singing, knitting, drawing, these should be done free of shame and nerves. Only then can they be fully enjoyed.

The art we make isn’t supposed to be perfect, it’s not supposed to appeal to everyone equally. What makes art special is how much love and care is brought to the artist while creating. If I can redirect my focus on this, the creativity flows out of me like a river that moves unstoppably natural. It’s meditative. It’s transformative.

Creating is healing, all I need is my attention on the here and now.