From No Imagination to Endless Ideas

A small notepad and pen rest on a bedside table beside a glasses case and lamp, waiting to capture ideas that come before sleep or upon waking.

Ten years ago, I thought I had no imagination. Now I keep pens in every room just to keep up with the ideas. Somewhere along the way, my creativity grew three sizes—like the Grinch’s heart—and started glowing like a jar of fireflies.