A Thought on Creating Work

One of the scariest things about theatre is claiming that your thoughts have merit: that they are of worth and worth knowing for that brief moment. The sort of saying that what you said is of such value that after sharing it people should partake by either witnessing or even at its most horrific: engaging with it.
 
Such a fear I have of cultivating pride that I have developed an acute inferiority to my own creativity and the power I think that I can possess. I feel so small and insignificant which is a dangerous thought for any human being to have, because it is an infectious disease that targets your most wonderful qualities and skills, for example your creativity. Its symptoms include paralysis – either of the mind, thus stopping you from imagining in the first place, normally through fear – or paralysis of the will so that once you have created something from your inner parts you can never bring yourself to share it with anyone…Sometimes not even yourself for fear of indulgence.
 
I have discovered that although I will always be small physically, I am not a small person because we were each created ourselves to have a unique presence. And which we all do. That alone is captivating and I can spend all day enjoying the beauty of other people’s presences. However my being does not stop there.
 
Why would one consider their creations to always be relevant to their beings instead of two separate entities?

Because although I may feel separate from my creations once I am finished, I can never change the fact that they came from me and have a part of me in them.  So I am never fully separated from what I have made or what I have contributed to. I don’t want to be either. They are part of me in some way.
 
I have learnt and continue to grapple with the fact and reality that I am as significant as every other human being, meaning that I am HUGELY significant and of great worth and great value. My creativity within me was created by someone; designated for me, specifically crafted for my shape, my mind. It was created as a part of me and all of me was created for a significant purpose.
Consequently whatever I create; like me, is also significant.
 
The ability to be creative, to appreciate it and to enjoy it and to have a critical eye for it, is a gift with a use. I use it like it was intended and I take the kind of pride in it that was intended.
 
I finally think that it is not self-indulgent to know these things. The fantastic conclusion of these swirls of musings is this: WE ALL can celebrate our own creativity and each other’s because we were meant to!
 
So celebrate this, with your significant mind and significant work, remembering your ability to do so is a creation itself; made for you.