Today after coffee, I figured I would rationally sit and think about what I can still do with my hands while recovering from a finger injury. Instead of fuming in frustration and pacing the floor, I have decided to make the best use of the four fingers still functioning on one hand. Typing seems to be an opportunity to be taken advantage of.
It has been only a couple days since my finger got butchered and then sewn up with big dark stitches, yet already my lifestyle has been affected. I have realized what a blessing these fingers are to ensure a purposeful life, in the every day sense. Almost any activity I want to do requires the dexterity of my hands. It is a harsh awakening that cements my identity as an artist. I think now I will consider these ten appendages to be a gift, rather than just taken for granted. Without them, the brainstorm of ideas that ferment inside my head would have no where to go.
A series of books by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi (Russian Psychologist) has captured my attention lately. I started buying his books while still an undergrad in art school. He has some fascinating observations on the study of creativity, and how the trait develops in different people. I like this excerpt on “The Creative Personality: Creative individuals are remarkable for their ability to adapt to almost any situation and to make do with whatever is at hand to reach their goals. If nothing else, this distinguishes them from the rest of us.”(Creativity, Ch.3, p.51) I find this both inspiring and relatable. This is what I will be mindful of as I push through the set back with my hands. I will have to adapt and stay busy, while the wounds heal.

