Creativity

For the past few years, maybe decade, I have felt like my creativity has been sucked dry out of me. I have blamed it on my "career choice" of Accounting. Nothing like debits and credits, cost allocations, and prorations to suck the living life out of a person. But as I'm getting older (wiser?) I've realized that becoming an adult can also suck the lifeforce out of you.

This weekend I went to Gatesville to pack up my things that we (the children) decided to take. Part of those items were my "memories" from high school and early college life. Lord, if that wasn't a hoot going through some of those things, I almost peed my pants laughing with Cash at one point. But I came across things I cherish and remember the most: my toe shoes from dancing, and my favorite piano books. Don't think it didn't cross my mind to get home and put my shoes on and walk on pointe about the house. I would have done it too if I hadn't stubbed my toe and made it bleed (taking dancing lessons to help my klutziness is the reason Joanne enrolle me. Helped a lot apparently).

But THE PIANO. I cannot wait. I have repressed musical inclinations just waiting to get out. And after a discussion with a co-worker, I realized that piano is about numbers, patterns, and preciseness. So maybe becoming an accountant isn't so suprising after all. And now I'll have musical sound that I create to help offset the boringness of my adult, accounting life. I cannot wait to have my first recital. Because truthfully, I love performing in front of people.