karlyismyname

If ever your searching for that perfect gift for that special someone, this is the gift from the heart. I haven’t seen my mother in over 6 years. Last year I decided to make something for her instead of buying something she probably wouldn’t like anyways. So I made her a scrapbook of what she’s missed over the years. Pictures of me, the family, my home, etc… She treasures it like it was a piece of her heart in a book. I too, would appreciate a gift so thoughtful. And once you’ve done it once, you’ll do it again.

Well, I’m sure everyone has said this a time or two. “If only I had that, then I’d truly be happy”. Is there any truth to this? NO! I’m not sure about the million dollar happiness though…I know most of my worries in life that keep me from enjoying all life has to offer has a lot to do with money. One of my happiest times in my life was when I first moved out on my own. I had nothing but a bed, a small t.v., and a phone. Hardly any food in the fridge, and no money. But yes, I was HAPPY. Now I have more than I ever thought I would and I’m far from. Enjoying life is indeed very dificult for me. I do enjoy things that happen in the day, but all-round happiness, there is too much I don’t like about the world around me, including myself at times. I should stop and smell the roses more, play ball with the dog, watch a good chick-flick. That’s life.

When I was a child, my mother always told me “You are so CREATIVE”, and I believed her. I was always attracted to my own ‘Creative Senses’, noticing what was visually stimulating to me as I saw it. In my spare time as a teen, I’d write poems, draw, paint…even change my room around. When I was bored of that, I’d do other rooms. My mother would come home from work and notice all the furniture in the house was moved. That was me…CREATIVE KARLY at it again. Then, I don’t know . I guess I grew up, moved out east , got married and had three kids…It’s called “putting things on the shelf”, and now, I find myself with all my family portraits off the wall because I can’t deside where to put them, I don’t know what looks good! I haven’t written a poem in over five years. I haven’t painted a picture to be proud of. I hardly do anything now without the aid of a “In-style” magazine to show me. My mother, who lives on the other side of the country calls and asks “Have you been doing anything creative lately?” Maybe It’s confidence in myself I’m lacking? Maybe I lost myself when I became responsible? ANYBODY READING THIS??? Any comments? What is CREATIVE anyways?