My grandmother would take me outside, and she and I would gather sticks, leaves, pinecones, grasses, flowers, etc. Then when we would go back into the house, she would lay everything on the table, hand me a soup can, a coffee mug, or an oatmeal container and ask me to make her something pretty. Because of her, my creativity bloomed. I have literally been designing flowers for as long as I can remember.
The book “A Time for flowers” was always at her house. It is an old story about two grandchildren that wanted so badly to go to the floral market with Papa but were told they were too young. Then one day, they happened to be hiding in a floral truck when Papa left for the market. They saw all the beautiful flowers at the market and Papa was upset, but not angry. He was most concerned about their safety.
I have been in the medical field, and when that changed, life happened. I decided to go back to my roots in creativity. Branching out and opening my own business was scary but I have always been creative and doing something I love is a blessing of never actually working a single day.