Today, as I was sitting at the table creating these small tidbits of art and placing labels on the back, a thought came to me…
We are all creative beings.
And we are all limited beings too.
I spend much of my time supporting individuals with varying abilities.
But today, I found myself pausing…
Because this isn’t just about them.
It’s about me.
My husband.
My family.
My friends.
All of us.
We all have areas where things come easily…
and areas where they don’t.
We all have strengths.
We all have limitations.
And yet… we all still have our own power.
As I looked at the table in front of me, I saw pieces coming together.
Color.
Words.
Little reminders like Explore and Be You.
It felt intentional.
Creative.
Meaningful.
And then I looked down at the floor…
Scraps everywhere.
Little pieces scattered in ways I didn’t plan.
And I had to laugh a little…
Because that felt familiar too.
This is part of it.
The mess.
The scattered pieces.
The in-between moments where things don’t look put together.
We are not one thing.
I am not just an occupational therapist.
That is part of me.
I am not just an artist.
That is part of me.
I am a creator.
A problem solver.
A thinker.
A feeler.
All parts… existing together.
Maybe the goal isn’t to organize it all perfectly.
Maybe it’s to recognize that both can exist.
The beauty on the table…
and the mess on the floor.
Because in the end…
We are all working with something.
And there is still so much possibility within that.