Creative therapy

I am often amazed at the ways ideas come to me.  My creativity is almost like a separate part of me.  It pops up when I least expect it and in ways I don't seem to have a lot of control over.  Either it's there, or it's not.

Of course it's not always good ideas that pop into my head.  I remember long ago when my husband called home and asked what I was doing.  I told him I was rearranging the cabinets.  He had no idea I was taking them off the walls and putting them back in new places, but the end result actually worked!

Today I dozed off and when I woke up I had an idea for a better way to arrange my apartment.  Now the whole thing is only 475 square feet and about a third of that is the kitchen.  I have rearranged it several times in the ten months I've lived here, but this was a brand new way.  So far I really like it.

I am hoping my creativity will reach back into the realm of writing again.  It would be a bit easier on my body if I were moving words around instead of furniture!

Somehow rearranging things makes me feel better.