creative thinking

this post is not about writing.

You know when someone throws a spanner in a plan, and it looks like whatever you were going to do is now undoable? And as annoying as that is, there’s that tiny part of you that’s relieved, because whatever effort you were going to have to put in is now unputinable?

The kind of creative thinking I’m talking about is when you reach that kind of dead end and instead of listening to the relief and thinking “That’s that, then,” you think the problem all over again, but this time as though you just need a new solution to it. It isn’t a dead end at all – it is solvable.

This may seem obvious. It’s something that’s taken me years to learn.

Example: a very good friend of mine, who’s very pregnant, has been missing her globe-trotting husband terribly, so I invited her around to dinner. I just got back from shopping at the South Melbourne Market for all sorts of yum things, when I got a message from her. Her back has made her immobile, and her dog bit into a battery.

So there’s the disappointment, and there’s the relief. Another quiet night at home.

And then I thought – well why don’t we just go up to her? Cook the dinner at her place? The part of me that felt the relief thinks it’s an excessive thing to do. The other part of me thinks, Huzzah! With just a tiny bit of creative thinking, an evening I’d given up on as a dead end has turned into an excursion into the burbs, the company of one of my best mates, and a nice dinner for her.

It’s a good model for living, I think.

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About anna cowan

I look around, and here I am - housewife and aspiring romance novelist. This seems unexpected.
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One Response to creative thinking

  1. cheryl nekvapil says:

    Someone once said top me that obstacles are actually stepping stones; they just look like obstacles. Your friend must have felt something the magical come into her life — I can imagine like the thrill of interest and friendship shining into a bleak evening.

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