She looked up at me as I finished reciting poetry I’d scribbled down earlier. “Wow, I can’t believe you are so creative”. For years I hid my writing, only to be shown to my sister, the only other soul who placed value in my passion. A critic, a lover, and an honest reviewer, her words mean the most. When she said those 8 words, I was blown away. Am I creative? Unknowingly, my sister has given me approval to be creative with my words once again. The article “You Are Not An Artist” deeply resonated with me. The author describes a journey much like mine, skewed with opinionated