Creativity

I had a little moment in the last couple weeks.  My daughter Jenna did a benefit with a couple of her friend for two children's charities.  First of all, I commend her for even knowing how to set up a benefit; I would not have the foggiest idea of how to do that.  Is that how you spell foggiest?  It's not a word I write a lot so I really don't know.  But back on task...she and her friends put this together and me and my friend Jan went.  I sat with my best friend and two of my other daughters Angela and Megan.  As the show began, Jenna and her friends and their bubbly MC performance were a treat.  Youth stood in front of me and displayed its enthusiasm and belief in its ability to change the world. 

Once the performances began, that was second treat.  I listened as there were performances of music, dance, and spoken words and poems.  I felt like these people displayed what was not only artistic, but passionate.  I listened as the performer spoke of his life in Chi-town and his ability to not get pulled into the way things are, but to get out and make a difference in his life.  His intensity struck me because he was speaking of personal strife and the will to make change happen and doing it in a public forum.  One after another they got up and displayed their talent and revealed themselves in front of the crowd.  

I thought so much about this performance as I left.  I showed my age by leaving at the break before the extended rap portion of the show.  I know that's creative too, but just because it's creative doesn't mean I have to love it.  I think as I get older in this politically correct society we live in, I forget that I have the ability to stand up in front of people and speak my passion, express my creativity without the fear of rejection.  What is the worst that could happen--someone won't like it?  Since when did I get so worried about that?  And why? 

That was a lesson that I walked away with; a lesson of the young, let that passion out.  Display that creativity right out there and even expose a little of yourself in the process.  I watched all those performers, and Jenna herself standing in front of people without care of the politically correct world outside the door, shine.