Topic bowel, check.
Ice breaker question, set.
Now, I just have to head over there and meet my future fellow creative friends.
I arrived at the cafe half an hour early. I’m the organizer, after all, need to be punctual. I put on a manikin on the table to help the guests figure out which table we were at.
A message. One person is as punctual as I am. He’s here.
He joins the table and we start chatting. I think he didn’t really read the group description because he’s under the impression that this is more of a social gathering than a group for aspiring makers.
Okay, don’t panic. He is but one of a possible thirty people coming.
Oh, a girl is here. One by one more people are coming. Not thirty, but a dozen. Yet, why does it seem like none of them are getting the point of this group? I have to ask,
“So, have any of you read the group objective?”
“…No, we saw ice breaker and understood it’s a social gathering”
That’s when I mentally checked out. None of them are here to make, they’re just here to chat. Hell, even when I asked what skill they wanted to grow, one started talking about the difference between a hobby and a talent is, and one started talking about how he just wanted to live in the here and now. The other wants to explore his imagination and the realm of ideas. Okay, that’s all good, but guys… creative station is the name of the group.
I was so disheartened but put on a happy smile to discuss my dejection.
I left, thinking what a failure.
Now, looking back at it, I believe it was more of a sign. It was a way for me to understand that it’s not an external force but an internal one that I must focus on. What I mean is. I have always looked for someone, to do it with me, someone to be accountable with me, someone to guide me. When in truth, that someone must be me. I must ignite that drive within me first if I ever want to ignite it in others.
I know that’s the truth and what I need to do, yet why is it hard?