My earliest creative memory was when I was 7 years old. I won a school Christmas card design competition and received a £3 gift voucher for W H Smiths. I was over the moon because this was the exact amount of cash needed to acquire Ballerina Sindy. Unfortunately my parents deemed it more suitable that I take an encyclopedia to the till. I did. Along with a grudge.
When we are engaged in those creative pursuits we love, we fall into “flow”, a state where we experience such a high mental contentment, anything else unrelated is put on hold. Whenever I think of “flow” I envisage Uncle Quentin from “The Famous Five” series; so engrossed in his scientific work he would ignore mealtimes and irritate the hell out of Aunt Fanny.
Hungarian psychologist and author, Minaly Csikszentmihalyi (I just love how “zen” appears in his name) has studied the subject…
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