Gee whiz, tough question on Christmas Day. I don’t have a creative bone in my body. I can’t even decorate a sugar cookie for crying out loud.
Very much musically not inclined. I can’t paint or draw to save my life. Even as a kid I remember enjoying the smell and texture of playdough but ever knew what to do with it beyond rolling snakes out of it.
I love writing but it’s not creative writing. I’m really just typing out the thoughts in my head.
My living room looks like a bomb went off in it at this moment. Bits and pieces of presents and remnants of wrapping paper and bows sprinkled everywhere. My three older kids are all k.o.’d in various spots on the couch and Clint’s chair.
Then there’s Sid, in the midst of it all, sitting there enjoying Youtube because he got on Sissy’s phone when she fell asleep.
We did our big turkey dinner last night so today is just laze around and eat day. I’m still in my pajamas. But as I’m looking around my bedroom I’m thinking maybe, if it’s actually a thing, I express my creativity by how I decorate my house and by what I wear.
If that’s a thing.
Happy Holidays everyone.
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