I do a lot of singing or dancing. I do both at the same time. I sing songs as I make them up and then I forget them. Most of my formal creativity (as in actually creating things and keeping them) stopped with high school. I write. I used to have a diary filled with poetry I had written, but then I took a creative writing class. When I heard other people’s amazing poetry, mine seemed paltry in comparison. I have one or two really creative and artistically talented friends, and I feel more creative just being around them.
I decorate my space. I love to come up with color schemes and paint my room and get bedspreads and accents to match. Then when it is perfect I feel really happy for a few weeks, only to feel the need to do it over again.
Mostly, though, I express myself through my wardrobe. In the morning, I feel truly content going through my closet, trying things on, trying to show the world how I feel and what I think without saying a single word or painting a single picture. I love feeling as though who I am and what I look like match. And because who I am is constantly changing, my wardrobe changes with it.