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But I’m Not Creative I Protest
We’d been told, and believed it so…
Perhaps you’ll do better at math, dear? — Mum consoles the pupil who believes the worst…
This was the messaging many of us received at an early age. Crushing hopes, dreams devastated — Well, at the very least, we were upset.
We’d been informed in various, non-direct ways that our attempt at ‘art’ whether it was writing stories, or painting — that we were lacking in these areas.
Certainly, at school, there was very little encouragement — unless you were already showing a gift in that area.
The rest of us were ignored and left to fend for ourselves.
So we’d wallow in our unguided, directionless attempts, with none of the loving support needed for most of us to hold a belief there was something inside that we can tap into.
Kind of ironic that the ones who were fortunate enough to have found that connection to their creative selves were provided with the most help!
Perhaps the teachers felt they’d discovered the next Picasso or Dickens and therefore it was their God-given duty to try and propel this special individual along.
I suspect it may have been more to do with laziness. Focus on the gifted student and in turn, feel that they…
