Hindered Creativity: The curse of getting older

It’s been a few weeks now since I’ve created this blog, and I have to say it has been one of the best decisions I have ever made.

It has allowed me to channel all of my creative energy in a public space through written words. Creativity, for me, does not bound itself only to the acts of developing innovative or fictitious material.

For example, I have written several blog posts about my personal experiences with anxiety and looking after my mental health- I feel my creative engine start running whenever I express myself in written words. I have also written several blog posts reviewing various television series, and the acts of sharing my opinion to a public crowd in a written format also enables my creativity.

Simply, to me, creativity is the act of expressing one’s energy. That of course can manifest itself in many forms beyond writing, ranging from dancing to executing an Oreo commercial.

Reflecting upon what creativity means to me has allowed me to come to the realisation that I have, unfortunately, allowed my age to hinder the best form of self-expression.

When I was younger, probably between the time I was 8 to 17, I created no boundaries in letting my creativity flourish. By that I mean:

. I would constantly write in my diary

. I would write short stories

. I would write tv scripts combining all of my favourite characters from different tv series

. I would regularly attend dance lessons

. I founded my school’s newspaper and was the editor-in-cheif

. I participated in the school’s yearbook club

. I took theatre and improv classes

Looking back on this list, I must admit that all of these activities were a huge step for me as I was (and still am) quite a shy individual. However, I had no problem participating in any of these because I was expressing my creativity, and it was always incredibly empowering.

So what happened?

Well around the time I turned 18, I started going to business school. I had a part-time job to support myself financially and genuinely had no time to join the university’s extra curricular programmes.

Life suddenly got in the way…

Despite this I could have still kept a journal, and I tried. Every time I tried to start writing though I would get frustrated- instead of letting myself write exactly what was on my mind I felt like I needed to perfectly construct my thoughts like I was writing a research paper. The thought of writing a short story terrified me because I was suddenly questioning my imagination.

What I’m really trying to say is that as I got older, I grew more insecure in terms of how I expressed my creativity.

I treated everything like a university project, and when you go to business school, you’re constantly taught to analyse and play devil’s advocate to just about everything.

I didn’t allow my thought to just be, and in the past few years, they have been overcrowding in an abandoned storage box.

Well, this year, a lot has changed and I am taking proactive decisions to express myself. This blog is allowing me to do exactly that.

It’s not easy- there are still times when I question what I’m sharing with you all, but I’m doing it and ultimately expressing my energy, and that’s the best form of self-expression there is 🙂



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