I am not creative.
I do not create
something from nothing.
That was done once,
only once.
I rearrange.
Been rearranging
since the beginning
of me.
Today, I give thanks for the gift of creativity. The desire to look at a thing and all that surrounds it and try out the combinations. What goes here? What fits there. How would these work if they were together? This isn’t working, how can I help it? How can I adjust it, reorganize it, so it clicks. So it operates. So it runs full steam ahead.
Life is a puzzle. I am the puzzler.
I do not create
something from nothing.
I create
something from something.
And that creates me.