Just the other day I was telling a friend how I find it interesting that most of my major ailment and many of my minor ones throughout my life have manifested on the left side of my body. Now that may not seem odd to most people but most of my life I have been a frustrated creative.
If you adhere to the right brain/left brain theory of functioning you could theorize that it is my creative right brain speaking to me in the only way it knows how.
As a child one of my favorite pastimes was playing make believe. Conjuring up fantasy worlds where the Beatles just happened to be the boyfriends of myself and my friends. I also have vivid memories of staging dance routines in my garage where the world would simply fall away and I would be in front of an audience dancing my heart out.
In high school, I used to write poetry and I also made attempts at drawing and painting. Unfortunately, I never took any classes so I never learned to experiment and stretch as an artist so those fledgling talents never evolved.
A while back I was looking through my high school yearbook and was saddened to find pictures of drama and art club members. I don’t think I was even aware that those types of classes were offered at my high school. How clueless was I? Although, I don’t know if I would have taken those kinds of classes even if I had known they were available. I was not a fan of high school.
Even as an adult I have tried my hand at all kinds of crafts and creative pursuits, but I’ve never fully committed because something has always held me back. Although I am a firm believer in ‘you are never too old to learn something new’, I can’t help but wonder what direction my life might have gone in had I taken advantage of some of those creative classes when I was young.