If I were to claim a life motto for myself, it might sound a lot like these beautiful words from the book Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert:
"I am going to spend as much time as I can creating delightful things out of my existence."
These days, if I am creating something, I am most likely sitting at my desk drawing. Begun in my sketchbook, transferred to the computer, then transformed into a product, a logo, or a piece of artwork, these drawings have become synonymous with the experience of creativity in my life.
Lately, however, I have been finding heaps of joy in the pursuit of creative tasks that are distinctly un-work-related, un-structured, un-familiar, un-necessary, and seemingly un-important. When I take time to create something just because, I notice that my mind feels free, that I care more about process and less about product, that I relinquish just a little bit of control. I become a steward or an instrument, gently coaxing something into existence before my eyes.
When I create for creativity sake, I am often surprised by (and take far less credit for) the outcome. I delight more and care less.
So consider this an ode to the makers of the world. To the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker. To the artists, craftsmen, carpenters, cooks, mothers, fathers, florists, gardeners, builders, and baristas that we encounter every day.
Because I believe that in making our world, we are actually making ourselves - one joyful line, crumb, inch, and ounce at a time.