Last night, as I was making a bedtime snack of warm milk with a bunch of spices, I felt a dash of creativity run through my veins. I've made this snack many times, yet somehow, simply the way that I moved through the kitchen, picking up the cardamom and sprinkling it into the pot felt like a creative act.

What was that?

Some how, some way this incredibly inspiring video landed in my hands. I wanted to post it here in the Fun 'N' Games section to encourage you all (and myself) to be creative with our alone time. To create our own definitions of what lonely, success or creativity looks like to us. I hope you enjoy this wonderful piece of art.

My judge speaks to me all the time. He tells me what I can and can't do. We spoke recently about my creative pursuit of writing and illustrating a comic book about my personal growth experience. Here's how our conversation went…

Sometimes, I am drawn to drawing, welcomed to writing. It's as if I can't help it — I am being called to get that stuff out that's in me, or coming through me.
This feels like inspiration.

Other times, I'm facing creative expression like it's a must. It's my duty. I HAVE to do it because I made a pact with myself. Or else!
This feels like discipline.