Some people think creativity is a skill. A talent. Something you either have or you don’t. But I think creativity is a birthright. It’s stitched into the fabric of who we are—how we process life, how we heal, how we connect. It’s not about whether you can draw or write well; it’s about how you express what lives in you. And when that part of us gets buried, neglected, or left untouched… we feel it. In our energy. In our relationships. In the way we start to go numb to the world around us. I’ve felt it. When I’m not creating, I start to shrink. I start to disappear.
Because I was made to make. And I believe you were, too.
Tapping back into your creativity isn’t about suddenly becoming a professional anything. It’s about remembering. Remembering who you were before the world told you to be more realistic. Before someone made you feel silly for dreaming out loud. Before you got caught in the routine of surviving and forgot how good it felt to actually live. Creativity is raw and spiritual. It’s messy. It’s healing. And sometimes, reclaiming it is a process. You have to dig. Peel back layers. Get curious. Ask yourself: When was the last time I felt fully alive in what I was doing? What did I love as a child before I started filtering myself? What’s been catching my eye lately, even if I don’t know why?
Your creative outlet might not look like what you expected. It doesn’t have to be music or painting or writing poetry (though it absolutely can be). It might be designing cozy spaces. Making playlists that speak for you. Taking photos of light and shadow. Journaling in fragments. Hosting deep, hours-long conversations. Cooking. Styling outfits. Curating moments. If it brings you closer to yourself—it’s art.
The truth is, we’re so afraid of being bad at things, we forget how necessary it is to just begin. I’m learning to let it be messy. To make ugly art, to write imperfect sentences, to follow my curiosities without always knowing where they’ll go. There’s so much pressure these days to turn everything into content or income or proof that you’re doing something. But creativity isn’t about impressing people. It’s about expressing yourself. Even God—when He created the world—called it good before anyone else saw it. That’s your model. Make it good because you said so.
If you’ve been feeling disconnected from that part of yourself, you’re not alone. Start small. Spend time alone, without the noise. Let your mind breathe. Create something you never intend to share. Pay attention to the patterns in your thoughts, your visuals, your obsessions. Calm your body—because when we’re stuck in survival mode, creativity shuts down. Most of all, let go of needing it to be anything. Let it be play. Let it be freedom.
Because here’s the truth: you don’t have to be great at it. You don’t have to monetize it. You don’t even have to show it to anyone. But you do need to make space for it. There is so much peace in creating. So much life. We were designed for this—our brains are wired to respond to beauty, to tell stories, to chase meaning. Creativity brings people together physically, emotionally, culturally. It builds bridges and reminds us we’re not alone. So when that part of someone goes dormant, so often do those feelings of identity and belonging.
It’s not about making something perfect. It’s about making something real. And in doing so, maybe finding your way back to yourself. So whether it’s a candle, a collage, a late-night voice note, or a cardboard castle—just make something. Anything. Because you were made to.
