Creativity

My mind seems to have been drifting quite often lately to the subject of creativity the last couple weeks. It might sound simple but if you were in my head you would realize just how broad and time consuming this subject actually was. The action of creativity is broad in itself and now i am complicating even the meaning! Seriously how do i manage to do this with everything?! Let me attempt to put into words the creativity of the this mess in my head that i have been fretting about. 

It started with my hair

and my clothes

my eyelashes

my makeup 

my airbrushing

very vain things yesss, but hey all great ideas gotta start somewhere! i started to stress with this ever-increasing list of vain to-do's and a decreasing amount of time to do it in. yes i am 20 and i feel like i have zero time for myself when i know that any mother would think this was absolutely hysterical. dont judge. in an attempt to de-stress i decided that creativity was exactly what i needed. how to be creative with my outfit, my hair, and overall appearance without a never ending time frame or bank account? 

and so my thoughts began to roll forward...

once my mind wrapped around the fact that creativity is a problem solver and was exactly what i needed i began to continue fretting. how do i manage in utah and be creative with my money? my time? my activities? and pretty importantly...my hobbies?

sheeeesh i never realized how expensive all of my hobbies are. there will be much more sacrifice to moving away than i anticipated.

but i just can not NOT create.

thanks mom.

she taught me this when i was too young to know any better.

never was there a time that she didnt have a project of some sort on the table or in the laundry room.

she put lip gloss in my hand when i was two,

scrapbooking supplies in my hand when i was five,

a piano in our home and enforced practice time,

gave me a crochet needle when i was ten,

canvases to decorate,

an endless supply of glitter and crystals,

and the encouragement that anything i made was beautiful.

Creating something beautiful has become an outlet for me.

It taught me to turn to my own talents for comfort and give a piece of myself.

the only time i have ever been unhappy with something that i have made was when it didnt look like ME.

so then it brought me to the thought...just what is creativity?

a quote i found from president uchtdorf soothed my fretting and panic by quite a bit today...

"The bounds of creativity extend far beyond the limits of a canvas or a sheet of paper and do not require a brush, a pen, or the keys of a piano. Creation means bringing into existence something that did not exist before—colorful gardens, harmonious homes, family memories, flowing laughter"

Finally my thoughts and my heart connected when i read this quote. how true. creativity is simply creating something that didnt exist before. something from YOU. 

and i came to the conclusion that...i can do that wherever I am.

I dont need a bunch of money, glitter, scrapbooking supplies.

i dont need to haul my piano up to provo, keep adding to my buckets of makeup.

I don't have to be the martha stewart of decorating, or the bakerella of cookies.

i have everything that i need and i will take it with me up there.

How SIMPLE this all seems now.

Creativity is, but much more, then the vain things of daily living.

The creativity that I want to develop every day from now until my forever is the kind that is much deeper and not so temporary.

The creativity of managing time where i prioritize the right things first,

creativity in words so that others always hear what i really mean,

creativity in thought so that i am constantly thinking of what more i can learn,

Designing a future that I will be proud of once it has become my past.

She designed a life she loved.

I can't help but think about the last couple days what life will be like with Brady on his mission.

I get kinda emotional about it.

I start to fill clusterphobic when i think that next year at this time he will be on a mission.

Throughout hard times in our family and difficult things that I have gone through personally,

he has acted well older then his years and has held me together.

I am 20 and he is 18, but yet i look up to him? Ironic, but so true.

He is better then I ever could be and to me he is perfect.

Here's a story...

Once upon a time I was very attached to my kitty Sushidong.

He was my baby and i adored that cat.

One day he got very very sick and I took him to the vet along with Brady and my parents 

where I got the news that he was too sick to make it and needed to be put down.

I said my goodbyes to my little baby and fell apart at the vet's office.

I was sobbing so hard I felt sick to my stomach and had a headache and couldn't breathe

My heart was so so broken over that little cat and it took everything I had to say goodbye one last time.

After they put sushidong down, the vet gave us a little box with his body wrapped in a towl so that we could bury him wherever we wished.

I wasnt strong enough to even look at the box, but Brady picked it up and held it in his lap 

all the way to grandmas house and buried him in the backyard for me.

I can't even tell you how much this story has come to mean to me over the last few years.

I am so glad that I have a little brother who holds me together when I can't even deal with things.

Even something as simple as a cat dying, he was there for me and did something that I couldn't do because I wasn't strong enough.

Years later he has still supported me in everything that I have been through.

He came into my room last year while I was going through a hard time and reminded me 

to hold onto my goals, and remember how good things will get.

That night he became my friend.

I can't believe the person he has grown into and I am so proud.

I look to him for advice on how to treat others and how to stay strong.

And on top of everything he has this amazing talent of seeing right through people.

I always knew that whomever i marry had to be close to Brady, and had to have his approval.

Better yet, I hope he is alot like Brady.

I'll never tell him this in person...or at least not for a long time,

but if he didn't like who I marry it would most definately affect my choice. 

I would never tell him that I knew from the time we were young that he was special,

that he will do things I was never meant to, or ever could do.

I would never tell him that I can relate to him more than he could ever realize, 

and wish I could make all his decisions for him so that he will never experience heartbreak or regrets.

I would never tell him that I regret every time I didn't let him come out with me and my friends.

I wouldn't tell him that he was my first hero,

that I think of him when I hear the story of the stripling warriors.

I wouldn't tell him that I would pick him over any friend I have,

that being home when he is here is so much better then when he is missing.

I wouldn't tell him that I am starting to feel so sad about moving away and missing

his last few months before he serves a mission.

I probably wouldn't tell him that he really is funny all the times when I act like he's not,

and that I wish I had never missed a single baseball game.

I wouldn't tell him what choices to make and how to live his life but I wish I could always keep him close. 

After having family pictures today I am just so grateful to have all my family here, together. 

I have never felt more blessed. My heart is so full and I will never take that feeling for granted.