My husband makes beautiful furniture. He built his first piece when he was twelve and he’s never stopped pursuing his passion for design and craftsmanship.
By day, he’s an accountant and he works hard at a job he enjoys, but every weekend, he tries to spend an afternoon in his woodshop so he can indulge his creative side. Since his free time is limited, he doesn’t work fast, but he makes progress. His media cabinet took 300 hours to build, spread out over two and a half years. That’s a long time to spend on a project, but the result is splendid. And it’s useful.
I have to admit that sometimes I’m jealous.
When I finish a novel or a story, I have a file on a disk or a stack of paper. I can’t decorate my home with it or store things in it. Is it of any use if no one reads it? If I never publish it, was it worth my time?
Then again, I spend hours in dance class practicing steps that will never be performed on stage. I delight in each small improvement in my technique. Dancing better this week than I did last week may seem like a small reward, but it satisfies me and the pleasure of dance inspires me. I profit from the physical exercise as well as the creative stimulation.
The time I spend writing provides similar benefits. When I take a class, I learn new ways to shape my words to better express the world of my imagination. The more I write, the more capable I feel. It becomes easier to solidify my thoughts on the page. Even if I’m the only one who reads my work, my brain is stretched by the process of writing.
I’m happier and healthier when I’m dancing regularly and writing daily. Those activities help me to be my best self; to be a better friend, daughter, sister and spouse. I do hope that something I’ve written will one day be published. Meanwhile, I’ll keep writing, improving my technique and filling my heart with the joy of words.