If Today is Thursday…Get Out of the Box…

And…we are…we have an enrichment time at school on Thursdays…students can choose from a variety of things that interest them…such as Chess…Zomba…Hair Weaving…and…Creative Writing…

I’m fortunate enough to get to facilitate the Creative Writing session…

Now…there might be those who would question the appropriateness of the nurse…facilitating a class on anything…much less creative writing…and…for many schools…they would be right on…but…at our school…it just makes sense…I’m the one with the experience…I have a break in my schedule at that time…and…I wanted to do it…

And so…we got out of the box…

Bertha…says it reminds her of life…and how sometimes the most likely teachers…come in the most unlikely packages…

She reminds me…that everyone I come in contact with…from the homeless man holding a sign at an intersection…to the woman dripping in jewels and fur going to the social event of the year…knows something that I don’t…and…that they are willing to teach me…if…and only if…I am willing to step out of my box…my comfort zone…and listen to them with my heart…

Jane

Creative Boxing…

Seems I kept reading articles about creativity yesterday…and how stepping out of the routine…increases it…while…always doing the same thing in the same way…stifles it…

Bertha…was right there in her cheerleader outfit…shaking her pom-poms…on that concept…she’s been preaching it for years…but…seems as though…sometimes I sit on the back pew and take a nap during her lectures…I mean…sermons…

But…she is absolutely right…I am my most creative…when something happens…to crumple my little box of routine…then…I begin to problem solve…how can I do this…how can I fit this in…how can I make this work…until I come up with a clever solution…

I think back…to that shorter hair cut I got a couple of months ago…it required that I rethink my make-up and accessories…breaking the routine I know so well I could do it in the dark…

More recently…I’ve decided to incorporate early workouts into my morning mix…which is definitely shaking things up…when to write…when to eat…when to make the bed…it all has to be rethought…and…yes…I’m figuring it out…

The only thing is…as much as I need to be shaken out of my box…from time to time…I’m a creature of habit…and…I seem to just create new boxes…new routines…that I fall mindlessly into…until the next shakeup…which always comes…with or without my consent…

I have read…that I should consciously shake up the routine…get up at a different time…get ready in a different order…drive a different route to work…but…I have to wonder…if I consciously decide to drive a different route to work…make up my bed before my face…say one day a week…is that not becoming its own routine…

Bertha…shakes her head instead of the pom-poms…mumbling something about me having the creativity of a gnat…

Hmmm…I think I’ll stuff her into a box and hide her in the closet…now…that sounds creative…doesn’t it…

Jane