Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. C S Lewis.
What happens to dreaming, to fun, to imagination? Where do they go when we get older? I’ve certainly reclaimed mine in the last few years and recently I’ve had a bunch of clients who’ve realised they want to reclaim theirs too.
One in particular lost their connection with creative writing and being able to imagine an alternative universe. Do you remember the thrill when Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone first came out? Or the Northern Lights? Adults seized on these cross-over novels with delight, as if someone had given them permission to release their imaginations and relive childish fantasies. In particular, I remember the feeling of joy that J K Rowling had created a broomstick product range called Nimbus 2000. Fab.
My client was trapped in their own mundane world. In existing, day-to-day. Squashed dreams and work frustrations. And on top of all that, fear of failure. What if people didn’t like their work?
I’ve learned that dreaming is a form of creativity. Once we’ve dreamt it, it’s very real to us. Our dreams and fantasies play like movies in our heads. We can recall them as we would a memory. And they are stored in the same way our memories are stored. So memories and dreaming are the same then, aren’t they??
When we are creative, we please ourselves. So who cares whether our paintings, writings, sculptures and concertos please anyone but ourselves? Imagine how creative we’d be if we stopped worrying about what anyone else thinks ….