Am I creative? My initial reflexive answer has always been no, not really. I felt I did not have a copious amount of artistic talent or an ordained gift from on high to paint like Basquiat, and my dalliance with musical instruments fluctuated around my ABRSM (Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Music) examinations. However, the past few years of my life have revolved around constant self-evaluation and indulgence in my thoughts, feelings, and inner workings. All things, one does as they enter that delicious phase of life called the “late teens to early 20s”. At this time, I ponder less…