MY ONE THING BY LIYA ANGEL

For me, creative outlets are everywhere. Whether it be how I decide to arrange the furniture in a room, the way I color-code my closet, the millions of paintings I’ve either finished and hated or the ones I’ve started and never finished, putting together the weirdest but coolest outfit possible, to how I organize my to-do list.

I have always been known by the close people in my life for being unique. For some odd reason, that has never translated to me as me being creative.

I have never been sure of what creative outlet is my strong suit, and for some reason, that worries me. In my mind, to be known as a creative person, you are known for that one thing. I do not know what my one thing is.

I know that to be a creative, you live each aspect of your life uniquely. But for some reason, I battle and block my full creative potential by exhausting myself that I do not know what my one thing is.

I am taking strides to tame this internal battle but feel lost at the idea that if I am not a master at my craft, I am not good enough.