Creativity makes my soul sing. The word itself feels good on my lips. Its syllables stretch my mouth even as they stir my imagination. Someone once asked me what my favorite word was. I have dozens. Amphibian. Onomatopoeia. Babushka. Coif. Guffaw. Zither. But Creativity tops the list. It’s the plucking of the chord that brings music to my inner ear. It’s the coalescing of colors on a page that delights my eyes. It’s the flight of my fingers across a keyboard that transforms mental images into words and thoughts and scenes. It’s the thrill of discovery.
A college professor once told a story of a student who turned in his essay exam within minutes of it being administered. Of course everyone present, including the professor, thought the kid was just being a smart aleck. Turns out he got an A. Why? Because he nailed the essence of history in five simple words:
“History is because History was.”
And so it is.