There was a time in my corporate life where I would never have given a thought to my capacity, or even need for creativity.
Sure, we all went along to assessment centres and made nuclear power stations out of stick-back plastic and the insides of toilet rolls (a la Blue Peter). But my day-job was just about doing stuff by myself and through my people.
Creative, well, it simply was not.
Yet when I had kids and now, as I’m reminded as I write this piece, grandkids, there were times when given the freedom to choose my topic and the knowledge that I really couldn’t be wrong, I could be creative as the next guy.
When asked for an ad hoc story tonight by my 4 year old granddaughter, I was reminded of the series of stories I used to tell my kids, called ‘Bill and his Dad’. There was also his sister, ‘Betsy’, just so you know.
Tonight, Jessica’s ad hoc story was about the purple frog and although it was only for a few minutes, it took me back to the creativity I guess we all have within us, even when we think we don’t.