Have faith, aspiring creative person. You're already there.
After being told for five years now that I’m not a creative person, I had almost started to believe it.
Then, my cousin demanded I read Bill Cunningham’s Fashion Climbing. Bless her heart.
Cunningham, incarnation of joie de vivre and former photographer for New Yorker, milliner, fashion reporter, he lived his life as a creative force, be it buying flowers to decorate his drab hotel room in Paris during fashion week, to creating hat after hat, in spite of “the dowagers” not always going for his most creative designs.
In his book, a memoir he penned before he died and kept in a secure location until that fateful day, he talks of the endless ways he fixed up the settings he was in, and made them more lively and inspired, from his apartments, to his shops, to his hotel rooms, to, apparently, any party he attended.
He was creative, regardless of the setting.
Elizabeth Gilbert is lovely in her thoughts on this in Big Magic: Creative Living beyond Fear: Thinking of being a creative person? Too late, you already are one.
This is inspiration for me to stop confining “creativity” to a narrow cubby in my life (as in, relating creative only in terms of art, design, writing, etc). Creativity can be purple eyeshadow for work, flowers in a vase in your cube, a caricature dashed off of your father’s dog Dewey, singing in the rain. Creativity is choosing life over drudgery—and can manifest in endless ways. The choosing of higher ground in moments of dreary angst—I will go pick daisies for a flower crown, in spite of the prognosis! I will wear this dress, que diran be damned!
Opportunities for creativity dwell everywhere and all human beings are creative.