Maybe you can relate - you know those tests in middle school that ask you if you're creative or if you like to work with your hands, or if you'd rather "read a book" or "go climb a mountain"? I've always wondered how they could possibly be accurate - "are you creative?" well of course I am! I'm twelve and I want to be DaVinci, it doesn't matter if all my art projects look like a clown threw up on them or if the closest thing I get to landscape painting resembles a poorly constructed Picasso. That doesn't matter that I have no proof of this creative genius because I'm twelve and (almost) every twelve-year-old girl wants to "be creative".
Well, I ended up really being more of a book person - a creative wannabe - fulfilling my creative needs through someone else's work - dreaming up all sorts of imaginative things in my head but somewhere along the way from head to hand it got warped. (All these years I forgot that theatre and music meant creative as well, but that's a story for another day). Well finally! After years of living off the creative glory of other folks, when people now ask me if I am creative, I can confidently say YES! I am and here's proof! I made something, I actually made something with the ability to move from my mother's refrigerator to a real to life gallery. Its a big step.