Finding my Creative Side

Once upon a time, I used to be a very creative person. I still am, to a certain extent, but one place I feel like my creativity is lacking is in my writing. I actually used to enjoy creative writing, such as writing poetry and fiction stories. As I think I may have mentioned a few days ago, I actually got an award for a poem I wrote for a cultural arts contest when I was in second or third grade, and I had time to be more creative. I also took a few creative writing classes in college as part of my minor (writing and language) and did pretty well in them. But ever since college, I feel like my creative writing has fallen by the wayside. Instead I’ve been writing stuff that I can actually earn money for, like blog posts for different websites. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy doing that too, especially since it allows me to teach through my writing, but I feel like those types of posts are so formulaic. So one thing I’ve been trying to do this year is write a haiku every day — I got the idea from a friend of mine who did it on Facebook last year. I’ve had some success with it, although I feel like most of my haikus stink — I’ve mostly been trying to figure out how to express whatever I’m feeling at the moment in 17 syllables.

Want to read some of them? Ok, but don’t laugh too hard…

Here’s the first one I wrote, on January 2:

Feeling tired now
after eating too much food. 
I want to go to sleep.

Here’s one I wrote a week later, after having spent the day with some family I hadn’t seen in a while:

Family is sacred. 
I love my family and I
Wish I saw them more.

Here’s one I wrote about writing:

I’m having problems 
With writing this article. 
I hope I get it fixed.

Here’s one I wrote in early February, when I was sick of the snow and cold weather:

I’m ready for spring.
I wish it would get here.
I’m done with winter.

Here’s one I wrote at the end of March, when we were getting ready to leave for Pensacola:

Ready for my trip.
I want to leave right now.
I leave tomorrow.

Here’s one I wrote while in Pensacola at the resort we stayed at, Portofino:

Love Portofino. 
It’s a beautiful resort.
Having a good time.

Here’s one I wrote the Sunday before my birthday:

I love my Sundays.
Because they are lazy and 
also productive.

Yeah I told you they sucked. I haven’t been very conscientious about keeping up with one a day either — as of today (May 5), I’ve only written 56. And I haven’t written any yet in May. Hmmm, maybe I should start writing my haikus here on Medium, that way I could kill two birds with one stone, and maybe get some feedback on them in the process…

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