As adults, we often encourage children to be creative; to draw, imagine, tell stories, and explore the world with wonder. But somewhere along the way, many of us forget that creativity belongs to us too.
Recently, I decided to reclaim that part of myself and signed up for a beginners creative writing course. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but life, as it does, filled up with responsibilities, routines, and deadlines. But then, it is easy to make excuses too. Sometimes, you just need to stop thinking about the reasons why you should or shouldn’t do something for yourself and just go for it.
After just one week, I already know it’s a good fit for me. It’s fun and equally challenging; it is also an opportunity to meet new people and share ideas. Some ideas shine, others wobble, but all are welcome. It’s a safe, non-judgmental space where imagination feels free again.
There’s a particular joy in playing with words, in imagining without a clear goal, in sitting with the uncertainty of what if. It reminds me so much of what we invite children to do when we encourage them to create: to take risks, to explore, to make mistakes, and to express themselves freely.
As I move through this six-week course, I’d love to share little snippets of what I’m learning, reflections, maybe a poem or two, not as polished pieces, but as glimpses into the creative process. Because creativity isn’t really about art or writing; it’s about curiosity, courage, and connection, the very things that make life rich and meaningful.
I believe that when we give ourselves permission to be creative, we are not only nurturing our own well-being, we are equally showing our children what it looks like to keep learning, wondering, and growing.
Here’s to rediscovering the joy of creativity at every age.
(Stay tuned — next week I’ll share the first poem I wrote in class!)
