Manifesting (v): to bring something into the world — via ‘the universe’ — by imagining that it already exists.
Have you ever read (or, the horror, watched) ‘The Secret’? It’s the book/film combo responsible for making the concept of manifesting — thinking riches and success into existence — so popular. Sixteen years after the film first appeared, the idea has become blandly pedestrian. ‘Oh yeah,’ you’ll hear over your latest zoom brunch, ‘I’ve been working really hard on manifesting [insert material gain] and now it’s paying off. So blessed.’
In its popular format, manifesting is a concept of such empty…
It was late 2016 and I was drinking a bad cup of coffee in a cramped meeting room. My manager’s manager sat across the table from me. Without warning, he stared me dead in the eye and asked the impossible.
‘I want you to find a way to measure their productivity.’ He said, unblinking.
‘Oh, great…’ I thought as I slurped my coffee, ‘that old hospital pass.’
As I stared back at him, I realised that he was giving me a task he knew I could not succeed at. He knew it was next to impossible. He knew I would…
There’s a common misconception that creativity is the preserve of the few.
‘Creativity’ — they say — is not for the likes of you and me. It is reserved for painters, for sculptors, for writers, for musicians, for poets and for animators and actors and directors and all the rest.
With people like that hogging all the creative juices, there’s nothing left for the rest of us. It’s a shame, but there we are.
Or, let’s consider the alternative: that narrative is false. The reality is that creativity — in all its many forms — is accessible to all.