Remember that scene in Napolian Dynamite where Pedro gets so hot he decides he can't stand having hair anymore and shaves his head? Well, the other day (no I didn't shave my head) I felt the same way, not so much hot but just a strong hatred of feeling hair on my head (I wanted to shave my head).
Recounting this feels bizarre, I wonder has anyone else had that feeling? It's kinda crazy, kinda weird - would my accountant husband ever have that experience? I doubt it. Any weirdness that I am I have always dealt with by telling myself "Don't worry Char, you're just one of those weird creative types." Even though I have no one significant creation to date that I can truly boast about I think I just kind of live creatively. I make art for my wall, I love creating in my kitchen, I make up stories for my boys, make up songs to sing to my Ruby - I create everyday. In fact I view mothering as an art as well, certainly an act of creation.
I was just reading the blog post of an aspiring writer who was writing out her cognitive process for coming to terms with the fact that she may never be a published writer.....yet she writes on. I'm so glad she continues to write because I think it's so incredible to be able to live in a society affluent enough where there are some people who have the means and the time to work on something beautiful. I love artists who often work lovingly on a craft that never gets recognition or compensation. And even though I have someone coming over for lunch in 10 minutes and my hair is still wet from the shower and I still have some tidying up to do - even then I still choose to sit down and write out a blog post just because I wanted to. (Perhaps I'll read my guest a poem instead of doing my hair and maybe she'll appreciate me just the same.)