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Sleeping with bread catch up: most creative/ least creative?



I had a chance last Saturday to have a "craft day" with my kids and a few close friends. It's amazing what can be created with 4 tables of art supplies and the imagination of about 30 people, I made a twig doll. a christmas gift that I can't at this moment announce and helped my kids tinker away for about 3 hours. The time went so quickly and my son said -" How can it be 2pm - it seem like an hour. Not so bad for a initially sceptical ten year old boy, who thought I was taking him to a "girls" party. Not so much after all.

On the other side of creative is my work world. It's partly because the season is crazy busy and I spend my day driving on erands, walking on errands and moving mass quantities of stuff on all my work errands. There is little time to reflect, let alone take my coat off - so I think this is why I feel least creative there.

I'm not really sure how to work that one out - I'm just trying to be patient and borrow my son's Ipod shuffle so I have a musical muse trying to life-support me through the busy holiday season @ a social service agency. I keep thinking that my work world shall become more like an ipod commercial if I wear the shuffle enough.
I know - not so much.
But a girl has the right to dream dosn't she?

Dreams come from the shadows and moments we allow ourselves to think like a kid at a craft day. Possibly this is the way to cope with the constant movement and errands - rather like the 10 year old boy that thought it was not going to be fun to go to a craft party. Possibly there is a way to have it go faster and more fun than I anticipated?

Ideas bread sleepers?

Now where did that Ipod go again?

Comments

Unknown said…
I don't think I have any great ideas. The Shuffle sounds good to me, actually.

I hope you are able to get your creativity back at work over the next week or so.

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