I’m sitting here this Christmas evening on my couch with only the light of the Christmas tree and the glow of the fire. This is where I feel joy and peace. I recently wrote about all the things I want to do but don’t have time for, and last night Ryan and I listened to a General Conference talk that changed my perspective on those things a bit. The talk is called Happiness, Your Heritage by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf. He talks about the importance of creativity and compassion to our happiness, and how you don’t have to be artistic to be creative.
This is my favorite quote from the talk:
You may think you don’t have talents, but that is a false assumption, for we all have talents and gifts, every one of us. The bounds of creativity extend far beyond the limits of a canvas or a sheet of paper and do not require a brush, a pen, or the keys of a piano. Creation means bringing into existence something that did not exist before—colorful gardens, harmonious homes, family memories, flowing laughter.
What you create doesn’t have to be perfect. So what if the eggs are greasy or the toast is burned? Don’t let fear of failure discourage you. Don’t let the voice of critics paralyze you—whether that voice comes from the outside or the inside.
I’m going to try to remember those words when I get that creative yearning but feel discouraged by my lack of time or talent. With my limited time, I can create laughter, a happy home, and family memories (and hopefully document them all on this blog ???? ). I think that’s why I love this blog so much. It’s so satisfying to tweak my template, header, or sidebar graphics (I’m pretty proud of my new email subscribe image in my sidebar! If you’re on a mobile device you might have to scroll down to see it). It’s so satisfying to take pictures of my home and family, adjust the crop and lighting, and then share them here with you. I’m glad I have this creative outlet. I love going back and reading my posts and looking at pictures of my precious family. It really is our digital scrapbook – our family history in the making.
Speaking of which, here are a few Christmas memories:
We woke up for the day around 6 am. I got started on the cinnamon rolls and eggs for breakfast (both of which were a little too brown) while the boys excitedly dug into their stockings. After breakfast, we opened our gifts. We were done by 7:30 with a glorious mess of toys and remnants of gift wrap all over the house, and then Ryan and I took turns taking naps and we had a wonderfully relaxing day together as a family. I was so worried that Kender would be disappointed because he changed his mind at the last minute (and Santa had already wrapped the gifts) and didn’t get the “Batman robot” that he wanted. I think it turned out ok though. At least twice today he shouted, “Best Christmas ever!!”